That's when the creepy guys started coming around. You call them "apostles", I call them moochers. Everyone wanted a piece of the Jesus.
Parlor tricks like turning water to wine or splitting up a fish for 5,000 people managed to get me press, but it was all empty. I'd go backstage, and the same, tired old groupies would be there.
That's when I got hooked on the unleavened bread. Despite performing miracles and kicking the money-changer ass around, my womanizing and bread problem was taking it's toll.
