Review/discussion about: Gabriel DropOut
My mother and father always had to drag me to church every Sunday when I was a kid.
I hated going. No video games. No running around. No talking. It was sit, stand, sit, and stand again for an hour or more. Singing songs that I never memorized and hearing yet another lady read an aside that I didn’t much care for. I loathed it all.
I was angelic in other ways, like how I would go to catechism and say prayers every now and then. But, when it came to church, I was practically a demon in human form.
Gabriel DropOut (remember to capitalize that second “o”) features characters of a similarly mixed good-and-bad nature – and more than enough comedy to offer.