So, this is my first post, I want to talk about this church I know about. I think they call it a dark church. Somebody called it that. I just don't know where it is. I want to see if I am imagining it or if it really exists. I was working on this farm somewhere between Ottawa and Kingston. We were baling hay. It was hot. Do you know how itchy that stuff gets. And this guy I was working with. He wouldn't talk. And I'm a friendly guy and I'm carrying the whole conversation. He won't say boo. He won't talk while we're working and when we get a break. Warm lemonade. He won't talk. He just sits there, you know like he doesn't want to talk. I tell him my name. Talk about the ball game. Talk to him about my stupid ex. Talk about the kids and nothing. Not a frigging thing. The clothes he was wearing. I began to notice that he never changed, always wore the same clothes. Looked like he slept in them. I guess he was bout fifty. Couldn't really tell. He had these real sad eyes and he wouldn't look at me. He was looking at something but I don't know what it was. The guy running the operation said he had been like that for years. Couldn't figure it out either. Its like he had his personality ripped out of him. Don't get me wrong. He worked his ass off. Didn't seem like he was slow. He just didn't seem to have any feelings. He wasn't sad or happy or nothing. Wouldn't get angry. Nothing. Guess he wasn't married, had no kids. Nobody even knew where he lived. He would just show up every day like clockwork. I kind of imagined he would just be sitting in his house out in the middle of nowhere staring at nothing. Got me curious.
