Driving Around

I shoved the priest into the white van. The night-vision goggles and rubber gloves had scared the crap out of him. When I let him out for a piss he was still raving: how was I ever going to get anywhere with my present attitude? I guess I just wanted to haul him around awhile. Ask him if he really believed, or if he was just faking his way along like the rest of us. We ended up in a bar, I thought we’d come to an understanding, but after a few shots he had me arrested.