Jacob and the preacher: Conversations in context,part I

“You're the child care worker. Right?” “I'm the child care worker.” “So, wadda you want? I told the old lady I'd see you because she was freaking out. I got ten minutes. Talk.” “I want to buy you a cup of coffee and tell you how to save your life.” “I don't drink coffee.” “So? What about your life?” “What are you, a missionary from the local church? Or are you just an asshole?” “If I gotta make a choice, I'd rather be an asshole. What about you?” “You're fucking crazy, man. Me, I wouldn't make a choice like that.” “That's the problem. You're not making choices. That's why your life is going to hell. And that's why I'm here: to give you the choice of saving your life. Now. Do you want to do it or don't you?” “Are you paying attention here, preacher?” “Sorry, Jacob. I was thinking about your history.” “Who gives a shit? Pay attention. I was asking you if you wanted to go over to the park with me. I got something I gotta do.” “Is it safe for me?” “Sure. Don't worry. I'll look after you. Nobody's gonna touch you if you're with me. The only thing is, you gotta do what I tell you.” “I'm glad you're looking after me, son. It always feels good to know somebody's taking care of you.”