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  • This is what i know so far.

    Father Parisi isn't actually a priest. He was going to be but then he met a woman who was once Miss Virginia and decided to marry her instead. They had three children.

    He owns a house in East Dallas that is divided into four sections which he rents out. It is said that he typically tries to rent to and help out the folks that really need a leg up. The outer walls are covered with frantic handwritten scripture, Italian quotations and fragments of the author's take on humanity. It is walls like these that beg you to locate the line between passion and insanity.

    He is in his late 70's and he drives an old burgundy Plymouth. He also hangs out at Jimmy's Food Store from time to time.

    He is known for handing out literature and copies of Parisi's Patriots placemats (?) every where he goes. He can be a bit overzealous when doing this.

    He recently moved into a Intermediate Senior Care facility but can still come and go as he pleases. His door there, where i left a note today, is covered with photographs of himself with politicians, ambassadors and celebrities. Gerald Ford, Danny Devito and Nancy Pelosi, to name a few.

    He is said to be a bit unstable. An article i read about him from '87 alluded to that being true then as well.

    The owner of the store i stopped at last week for the first time in three years said i just had to meet Father Parisi. I woke up this morning and knew he was right. As i drove around today in search of this man and heard stories about him my mouth got dry and my heart rate increased with that distinct feeling that comes when i know i am on to something and that life is steering me. Not sure what or where, but...

    The searching itself is really enough.

    This is what i know so far.

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