Today he wears a scarlet vestment embroidered with a gold cross around his shoulders. He pauses to light a cigarette and comes toward me, holding his arms out. It's a very psychedelic experience. Just act like you're my friend. After we pick our way down a wooded embankment to a small clearing near the creek, Pryor pulls a dirty canvas off a concrete table covered in chicken wire, holding the cigarette in his mouth.
People come here to get healed.
Just a few nights ago we had 28 people up. Well, we can't exactly verify that. Pryor pauses to admire the scene. I bought it. Three million dollars.