I hung out with a very non-religious group in high school, many people viewed us as a being completely faithless.
Yet, I had (and still have) faith that no matter what, my family will be there for me,
that I could talk my way out of just about anything,
that I was so cool no way any picture of me would ever come back to embarrass me in my 50’s,
that I would make it home safe, even if I was driving like a bat outta hell up a snowy, deserted road to nowhere, in a ‘72 Dodge Colt wagon.
We all had faith that the 7-Eleven guy found our antics as funny as we did,
that we could jump off a table wearing a leash, and it wouldn’t snap our neck,
that our science teacher wouldn’t blow us up with his crazy experiments,
that we’d be friends forever,
that we could do anything, and survive,
and that we could express ourselves freely, however we felt like it.