Being a street worker secretly seduced me.
I loved walking the streets, listening to secular music, inhaling the smoothing smell of weed as it burned in a blazed blunt. Street work was permissible sin, rationalizing the distance I put between God and me. "After all," I told God, "I'm working."
Sitting in the back seat of Rizz's 1998 Chevy Impala, with Rizz driving and Devin in the passenger seat, reminded me of my life before I truly connected with Christ. Like the day...
