Marc and his best friend, Levi would often sneak out the house when Marc slept over at Levi’s house to hit the dark holes of the nearby golf course. One of night Marc cracked a drive that landed on the putting green less than a foot from the hole. They both hit the ground laughing because who could they tell? Marc’s Dad was an ex-marine and would have his butt if he knew is his son had participated in “ANY” illegal activities. On the next hole Levi connected with his ball and as he tells it, “Angels of warning must have carried that ball because it landed right in the hole”. Now it was cemented. They could tell not a sole. Levi’s dad was the Bishop of the local religious congregation, and any story concerning him or any member of his family somehow spread like mayonnaise. This of course was the last midnight golf game they ever played.
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