By now, you should know that my official name and title is Willie A.P. Lester Jr., chairman of the deacon board down there at Auburn Avenue Missionary Baptist Church. Unfortunately, yesterday after Sunday morning service, I sort of ended up spending the night in the city jail and I was accompanied by this bootleg preacher we got, Rev. Charles David Weldon, III.
They released us early this morning. But before we left, I kind of let a whopping secret slip out in a room full of church folk. I knew that once that revelation got out, it was gonna get crazy; so I grabbed my hat and got the devil up outta there. I caught a cab and went home to my apartment, hoping to just relax and get some rest from the ridiculous night I'd had. It took me a minute to unlock my door, but when I finally got inside, I ran into something and someone unexpectedly. As chaos broke out right here in my home, with one unwanted visitor after another, more secrets were revealed, emotions were on high, and all hell broke loose. And it all started when I hollered, "Hey...Who's in My House?"
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