"For hours before the crucifixions lines of men, hooded and half naked, flayed their backs with bamboo whips and paddles tipped with broken glass. Blood splattered over the road.
The atmosphere was festive, with hawkers selling beer, ice-cream and souvenir whips."
I'm going to ask my doctor to up my Ritalin.
Up yours, too.
I'm in soooo much trouble. On several levels.
