He ascends the steps, an older man, bearded and with bottle in hand approaches John's opened door. The Bible strictly forbids it, it's not right, she's an evil person. Get some sleep you look like hell. Don't you see, life, Life, is a series of personal decisions. You have only to answer to yourself for those which you make.
Every life is special and every life is unique.
God, can't you see that or are you blinded to the world. Uhh, I, I, I'll talk to you later Johnny. Job leaves brow furled in anxiety over the discussion. John paces about then suddenly leaps up and looks out the window inhaling deeply sucking the core out of the air. Mine has been wasted here, wallowing in the pit.