irony just does’t describe it

Okay i gotta be careful telling this story because i can’t let crackhore ruin this.  My neighber has roots in the black baptist church community.  He knows i make websites.  He has my cards, which made their way to a pastor.

Long story short, i host a black baptist church.  I keep harping on the fact that it’s a black church because it seems 100x less likely to trust my pierced, drunk ass.

It gets better.  He is also involved in a rehab group.  Which he wants a website for.  Crackhore.com’s scoutmastertoad doing a rehab website.  Drunk out of his mind typing the content out from the brochure, asking myself if this might actually be rock bottom.

I realized that it’s when i use the money he paid me to buy beer will actually be that moment.  The development of the site was the only thing pure in this whole story.

What im worried is he’s going to get me more clients.  The thin gray line between my 2 "unique" personalities.  I really don’t want either of these to spill into each other anymore then they have already.