I haven’t bothered to write for a few days because of one of the other books I got at Randy’s house. It was simply called The Mark and talked about what it called the “mark of the beast.” This is a universal I.D. that is a virtual Go directly to hell. Do not pass Go. Do not collect $200  card. And I knew that the moment I accepted that card, my fate was sealed. I only read a few pages into the book, before my heart sank and I couldn’t read any more. The book actually said that the mark would be given in the right hand or in the forehead, but, I figured, I can hold the card in my hand or I can memorize the number, which would put it “in” my forehead. . .

    I can’t see anyway out of it.

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