Prologue

We’re all playthings of the Great Sadist. Some are slaves. Some are nonbelievers. Some just don’t pay attention. Some are just loyal followers.

I fit in the second category.

The Great Sadist is my little Pet Name for God. I don’t understand people that do believe. They believe in democracy, too right? Then why the hell is it that one person can tell them that if they find someone of the same sex attractive that they will burn in a lake of fire for all eternity? And that’s after their already dead? Isn’t it that if you’re dead, you’re worm food? Or just ashes in an urn? Maybe it’s only me that finds all of this somehow hypocritical.

I mean, we’re just little specks, not even an atom in the universe. And truly, how do we know we’re not just a little neutron making up an atom in the make up of one guy’s pubic hair?

We fucking don’t.