Truth be told, kiddies, Virgil is a fearful, pathetic old man. Just today I went by his house/church in Madeira Beach, with my pal Cayo (thanx for the ride). First we just hung out and looked at his house, then decided to check out his "church". I have a deep and abiding interest in Orthodox theology and architecture, so imagine my delight at being able to see his place of worship, truly one of the finest examples of Orthodox cathedrals in the Tampa Bay area. I noticed an audible alarm chime as I approached the front door to read the worship schedule and peruse the pictures of Virgil's Lord and Savior that were posted by the front door. This was the first, but not last indication that Father C is a paranoid old coot who lives in fear of being "confronted" by those that he has "helped" in his "past". The bottom quarter of the venetian blinds in the front window were opened as I was there, clearly an indication that I was being observed by those inside the sacred chapel of the Christ AT the Sea Foundation. This seemed to me to resemble the paranoia displayed by crackheads and freebase cocaine users, but who am I to judge the Christ AT the Sea types if they enjoy inhaling a few cocaine hydroxide vapors? A few minutes later, we heard the sound of a door closing coming from the front of the church. We first identified the lovely Ruth Ann, still wearing the same Dorothy Hamill/wedge hairstyle she wore 20 + years ago, walking towards a champagne colored Toyota (sorry for not getting the tag #, I was overwhelmed by Ruthie's beauty). Soon after, the Great Man Himself emerged, nattily dressed in his Father Cassian costume. We decided to follow them, but were disappointed to realize that Ruthie was merely shuttling Virgil across the street to their abode, a distance of some 120 feet or less. He emerged from the passenger side soon after being safely delivered to his driveway, giving glares to Cayo and I as she glared back and I smoked a cigarette, giving Virg a "SEG" and trying to hold back my laughter at this pathetic old codger who was desperately trying to maintain his dignity and conceal his fear. Truly a sight to behold. This pathetic old shell of a tyrant is spending his last (we hope) dying (not fast enough for my taste) years in fear, and I am quite amused. Virgil, you are a pitiful old fuck.
