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...religion didn't sit well with me. For as far back as I can remember, I always got this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach whenever I saw somebody in church doing the "happy dance". Hell, I was a kid, and I ain't "never" been "that" damn happy about "anything". All that jumping around, arms flailing, yelling and screaming made me think they were going crazy, and I never wanted to be around...