RefinED Friends,It was years ago.
The basement was dark, the music loud. I’d been led there, blindfolded, by an active
member and told to wait. I stood there,
sensing other voices in the distance. He
told me, “Hold your arms straight out in front of you.” I did.
They became weighted with what could only be a tire. “Don’t let it fall,” he said. I didn’t.
“Now, recite the Creed,” he demanded. And so, from pure memorization, I did
so. The words me...