The Devil was looking over my shoulder.  Had been for ten minutes.  Maybe an hour, I was pretty stoned.  I didn’t want to say anything to anyone.  They would just say, “you are so high!”  So, I sat there, hair on end.  I decided one more look, then I’d tell someone. I glanced around and his face shot toward me.  I was up, across the room with the lights on in one move.

My “friend” stood in the corner with a Devil mask, laughing hysterically.  I punched him in the chest as hard as I could, then we were cool.

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