My Roommate Kevin Took Me to a Snake-Handling Church—And I Barely Escaped With My Sanity (and Life)
College is supposed to be a time for finding yourself—maybe getting a little wild, trying out a new style, or, if you’re my old roommate Kevin, joining the most unhinged church you can find within a 50-mile radius. I wish I could say this is an exaggeration. But no, friends, this is the true—and extremely snaky—story of how my freshman year at New England Christian College took a turn for the Appalachian bizarre, thanks to one very enthusiastic and very misguided Kevin.
You know those stories where you look back and wonder how on earth you survived? This is one of those. So grab your popcorn, keep your shoes on (just in case you need to run), and let me take you inside the wild world of snake-handling churches, fire-and-brimstone sermons, and, of course, the legendary Kevin.