This guy was either a priest or a “father” of some type. I wouldn’t have cared much for his spiel and he knew it. He probably wouldn’t have bothered trying to save me, and that’s OK…
All Photos © Matt Weber
“Broadway Local” 2005
This guy was either a priest or a “father” of some type. I wouldn’t have cared much for his spiel and he knew it. He probably wouldn’t have bothered trying to save me, and that’s OK…
All Photos © Matt Weber
Black and White Street Photographs of New York City by Matt Weber 
Hahahahaha, had the same experience not a few days ago. It was a she, and I was a bit inebriated. She believed so strongly that she tried to convert me right there and then, we debated for a while, till she knew she was going nowhere.
The best part was her ending the conversation with “I’ll pray for you”
Without sounding like a disrespectful idiot (my family are religious, and was bought up as such..but ya know…)I involuntarily burst out laughing. She wasn’t happy about that.
I have hour long conversations with true believers and been very civil. I’ve been told I’m going to hell three or four times. I usually tell them I want to go there so I can hang with all my friends.
What would the definition of spending eternity with Pat Robertson or Jerry Falwell be? Doesn’t sound very much like heaven…