“ I was an altar boy. I don’t consider myself Catholic anymore, but that religion remains deep in your soul. The last time I went to confession, I was 17. I’m 46 now, so I have some sins to confess [laughs]. Living in a small town, I knew the priest and the priest knew me. My friend Pete told me that he read in the Bible about a saint who put a pebble in his shoe for penance. So, I’d confess what I thought was important for the priest to hear, and then I’d fill my shoes with gravel and jump off the top of my bunk bed. I thought that covered it.
April 6, 2008