March 7, 2008
I got into the line to go into Golgotha. Those were my stones at the gate. I had put them there. That was my head these people were wandering around in. I was in line behind a man of about 60 dressed in kaki work clothes, and in front of a middle-aged woman dressed as a 20ís flapper, complete with short hair, short skirt, long beads, and thick makeup. The sun was bearing down heavily on us as we shuffled through the portal. It was cooler inside. I could see the line queuing up to another skull with another speaker.