In the following weeks I found a few more.
Organized churches? Eh, yeah, I can see gripes with churches, and you're probably more annoyed by churches if the resident pastor won't recognize your power that comes only from God, backed up by your mouth-sword. Geez, what more proof do they need, anyway?
But, uh. Cassette tapes? Okay, at this point my baseline for wackiness had been set pretty high, but even then, I wasn't ready for the idea that people who have anything to do with cassette tapes should be Condemned to Hades! for representing an object only intended for use by sinners to be used in a sinful way in each and every aspect unforgivable for representing period. Best I can figure is that Word probably was hassling someone on the phone, and the other person finally got tired of it, so they taped a call and gave it to the cops.
This one, I got nothing. Although it must've been pissing him off that the notes kept going away, since they were all Damning me to Hades at that point.
These were the last I got, though. After that, nothing. I figured Word was put on medication or locked up or something. I continued my life in Chicago for over five years without any guidance on what's unforgivable for representing, until finally in 2002 there was a new development.