The Random Galt & Gonzo Childhood Memories Thread

[The Prodigal Son]

When I was about 9 or so, I became an altar boy at my parish. The first mass I ever worked was a funeral, and I was so fuckin nervous. . So everything goes pretty well until it came time to set up the incense. When the priest gave the incense back to me , I took a step back and tripped. I broke my ass, incense flew everywhere, right in the middle of a funeral.