by David Blanton
Conning came natural to me. When I was 13, I met the man who would change my life, a con artist who called me Adam even though that's not my name. I called him Shane after my mother's second husband, the bad one. Shane was pretending to be a preacher at a local Methodist church. The only thing I'd ever committed to was using people's sins to con them into giving me money. I was worse than Lucifer after the Fall; I didn't want to rule over Heaven, I wanted people to know that Hell was all there was.
David Blanton is a writer and artist living in Pensacola, Florida.