I got into a bit of drama back in the late nineties.

I knew a guy that had goats. One of them died, and I requested the remains to deflesh and use the bones.

I also had a bunch of supplies left behind by an ex that was into making their own clothing.

I set up a nice little scene in the front yard with the goat bones laid out in a pentagram made with lights making the lines glow. The cloth got draped over wire frames to roughly resemble robed human figures. So it basically looked like an animal sacrifice. Wasn’t even that good tbh, I didn’t have enough wire to make things very stable, so shit would be falling over every time the wind picked up.

But, apparently, the church down the road had a problem with it. Complaints were made, got some nasty letters shoved in the mailbox, and the preacher dropped by to tell me my immortal soul was in danger, and that I was to take it all down.

I’m not fond of random assholes coming to my house for anything. I’m less fond of zealots. I’m even less fond of being essentially ordered to do much of anything at all, much less by some random asshole of a preacher. He was rather surprised that I would tell him to go fuck himself.

There were attempts to get cops to do something about it, which didn’t work because nothing was illegal. And a couple of assholes that didn’t know I’m an insomniac tried raiding the yard and fucking it up. They failed, I had a good laugh when they ran off, and that was pretty much that.

Real minor drama, overall.