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[indent][indent][indent][color=silver]Jackson was too involved in the realization that he was in the same room with Cameron Mason to register anything else happening at the moment. He knew what people were thinking: he didn't look like the kind of dude that vibe with the kind of manufactured pop music that Cameron Mason put out. It didn't make sense for him sometimes, either. He was a rocker. He lived and died by the axe, but every once in a while, Jackson leans towards that manufactured pop music and it just [i]hits[/i]. Like going thirty into a brick wall, so obvious yet you never see it coming until you start jamming out to the private concert they put on.

Jackson kept singing and humming to himself, mouthing the words to the song that Cameron had started to sing, but then he heard other voices. Whether it was his natural curiosity to do dumb shit, Jackson took half of his head out of his own ass and looked around. One by one, he looked to the others eventually landing on...[color=ff4500]"Angels? No fucking way!"[/color]

And that's when everything Jackson had ever thought he knew was a lie. Jackson's folks were heavy religious nuts. He spent some of his life in Sunday school and spent the last three years rejecting the fuck out of angels, religion, and even the idea that God was even real. He spent those years as a big-time atheist and only believing in his board, the teachings of Tony Hawk, and the top five artists on his Spotify Wrapped.

But there were legit angels in front of him (and everyone else too). 

And wait did they say they were in heaven? 

[color=ff4500]"Holy. Fucking. Shit..."[/color] Jackson's mind was officially blown.

Wait...did that mean he was dead? Crap! If he was dead, then that meant no more fried twinkies. No more Law and Order! 

Jackson took a few moments to allow himself to properly freak out in his mind as he tried to process everything. He clicked a link on his phone, thinking the game sounded pretty dope and come to find out, not only was that a terrible fucking idea because he was fucking dead, but there were two angels here. 

Which could only mean one thing.

[color=ff4500]"So does that mean God is actually real? Was Ariana Grande right? Is God a woman?"[/color]

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