Something to Ponder

I arrived to discover a mini-revival among all of the local Goths, punks, tree-hugging, tie-dyed crusties, and dreadlocked "alternatives" in town. Guys with chains from their ears to their noses, girls with mohawks, pretty much anyone with a weird haircut in town had recently become a Christian or firmly rejected Christ (italics added). There was manic worship led by a guy with "Sex Pistols" written on is bass guitar. There was deliverance, drugs, Satanists getting saved, spectacular backsliding, eating disorders, self abuse, and yes, there was evidently drug overdoses too.

-Chapter 2, Red Moon Rising