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“What in the world am I doing?”, you ask?
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Well, this package just arrived, containing my new license plates for my RX-7, and I’m going to put them on my little black sports-car.
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Well after all, I don’t want to pay $35.00 per year for those special plates any more ($35.00 in 1981 money). If you have read “RX-7 Judgment Day, Part 1”, you will remember all the trouble I went through with the Devil about that car, and those “RX7-Ltd.” license plates.
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And so, I’m curious what these new license plates have for lettering and numbering. Will the Devil have a surprise for me regarding these new plates?
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“Oh no!!! How could this be!? My new plates! Is this some kind of devilish prank!? Is this his way of making fun of my new status as a supposedly mentally ill individual?”
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My plates read LUN-103. You know, like being a loony-tune!
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Oh well, I’ve grown accustomed to his so-called humor!
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But I know the awful truth, that my so-called “mental illness” is merely a product of his satanic majesty’s supernatural powers of devilish oppression.
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But I’ve found out that it’s useless trying to convince others of this truth, and especially not those of the medical community. It’s pretty much an atheistic world. Satan has done a marvelous job of erasing himself out of existence.
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Nevertheless, life has taken a turn for the better, as of late. I am no longer being plagued by Satan like before, at least for now. But hey, who knows what a day will bring?

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Oh yeah, he still talks to me. But most of it’s benign and seemingly harmless chatter. And yeah, it drives me nuts at times, with all that chatter coming from the unseen spirit. But I’m used to it after over a year of it! But I really would love for it (and for him) to go away forever! But what can I do? I pray that God will remove him.

But let’s pick up about where we left off in the first installment of RX-7: Judgment Day.

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“When I look into your eyes, I find myself in love.

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And when I see your loving smile, I find myself in love.

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Hold me close. Hold me tight. Never let me go!”

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Well that’s me singing one of my songs at my own wedding.

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Yes, that’s right! Becky and I are getting married today. December 6th, 1980. And it is happening right here in this nice little Baptist church in Klamath Falls.

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How about that! Me, such a bad boy and heathen dog, now attending church! Well, we started attending here last summer or thereabouts. Really nice people! Very warm and gracious, all of them! And I love all this new religious life! I even joined the choir! And I’m really on fire to serve the Lord, as you can probably imagine! After all, I’m all fired up to be faithful, now that I know the awful and remarkable truth about this cosmic battle between the unseen rulers of both Heaven and Hell!

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And it looks like the Lord has given me a fresh start in life!

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And now, I’m even getting married! How bout that!?

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But as I said, it’s now December in Klamath Basin. And on this snowy winter’s day, the turnout for our wedding is not that great. Oh yes, our close friends all made it. But I was somewhat troubled that many invitees didn’t make it! Maybe 30 or so people showed up.

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And now, I’m standing here waiting for the bride to show up. Becky is not coming out on time. And things are getting a little tense. I’m looking down at those who did make it. I notice that my dad has his eyes downcast as he sits in the front pew. It appears that he’s is somewhat embarrassed about all this, for some reason.

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Well, anyway, the wedding went fine, and the reception went even better. Of course, we had it in our large restaurant banquet room. Those 30 or maybe 40 people now seemed like alot.

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And once that ended, Becky and I headed for the Oregon coast for the weekend at a really nice cottage-style motel high on a cliff overlooking the ocean. McCoy’s Hideaway. They even have a nice fireplace with wood provided.

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But the weekend didn’t go so well. Becky was really having a case of, “buyer’s remorse”. I guess she didn’t appreciate my asking her to turn off the rock music as we were driving here from Klamath. Well, after all, I’m a Christian now. And really, Becky grew up being a preacher’s kid. She ought to be used to living without some of the world’s entertainment.

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Well, that’s how my new life began.