[ She jerks and stares at him like he's grown a second head. Who'd want to know about those shitty things? Other than him, anyway. ]

Well, I'd spend who knows how long on a hot ass bus with a bunch of other people, goin' who knows where to go spoutin' shit about Jesus and God and blah blah blah. Half the time it was just to harass people for no good reason. I really hated those ones. But other times, we'd do way less shitty stuff, like campin' or raisin' money for charity. Least it meant gettin' outta my shitty house for a while.