This publication was created because I informed a fellow AA member that I was a Satanist. She then turned to her husband that was holding her hand preparing to say the Our Father prayer standing next to her and whispered "I Held The Hand Of A Satanist.” The book is a short diary of events based on my feelings after a government agency drove me to an alcoholic bout that almost cost me my life. The agonizing despair that followed fueled the vehicle of destruction that would inevitably drive me right to the edge of my life. The post events and other points of view I had will pour into this work of fiction based on factual events. They are but a smoke screen that veils the inferno of emotions still unrealized. The malcontent I had expressed is but a shadow of the toxic-shame that had been gifted to me in a neatly wrapped package and tied with a bow. I hope I HELD THE HAND OF A SATANIST inspires and enriches you.
I'm certain that you will enjoy this extremely personal and revealing chronicle of betrayal, truth, short stories, and my personal religious observations. Carrying shame like a corpse without a coffin down a darkened alley of regret and blasphemy, we are the dead that stare at the living with both eyebrows raised. We are the damned, but we're open to suggestions.