If there was one thing Punk definitely didn't enjoy spending his fee time doing, it was going to church. He found the place far too stuffy, the priests too stern, and the nuns often acted rather snooty and holier-than-thou (although, he supposed the latter was probably true anyways). He much preferred the hustle and bustle of the night clubs he was assigned to work at, or the casinos where he so often won or lost most of his money. However, today was a special occasion, with good food on the ...
