Jacob and the preacher: Conversations in context, part I

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“You're the child care worker. Right?”

“I'm the child care worker.”

“So, wadda you want? I told the old lady I'd see you because she was freaking out. I got ten minutes. Talk.”

“I want to buy you a cup of coffee and tell you how to save your life.”

“I don't drink coffee.”

“So? What about your life?”

“What are you, a missionary from the local church? Or are you just an asshole?”

“If I gotta make a choice, I'd rather be an asshole. What about you?”

“You're fucking crazy, man. Me, I wouldn't make a choice like that.”

“That's the problem. You're not making choices. That's why your life is going to hell. And that's why I'm here: to give you the choice of saving your life. Now. Do you want to do it or don't you?”

“Are you paying attention here, preacher?”

“Sorry, Jacob. I was thinking about your history.”

“Who gives a shit? Pay attention. I was asking you if you wanted to go over to the park with me. I got something I gotta do.”

“Is it safe for me?”

“Sure. Don't worry. I'll look after you. Nobody's gonna touch you if you're with me.

The only thing is, you gotta do what I tell you.”

“I'm glad you're looking after me, son. It always feels good to know somebody's taking care of you.”