La Corneta del Juicio The van is real, and so is the house. My mom used to drive me past the place on the way to school. In 1999 I got to thinking about that old tarpaper shack up the road from my old house for the first time in years. I made up a story in my head about the guy who lives there and how he came to be the way he is. I liked it and took a few weeks to write it down. Unlike most of the glurge out there about people who nearly die and then find God, this story is one more about psychology than salvation, told by a hardnose cynic...and its moral is that maybe it'd have been better for everybody involved if He just stayed lost.