Remember the good old days when smoking a blunt would get you all silly-like? What a time! This week I tell a story of the blunt that numbed all senses except for those of a Houston Police officer. Luckily, it was my friend’s dad, but the important thing is I didn’t learn any lessons. Also, the Wands won’t let me half-ass it while the Pentacles lay out the rest on this week’s reading.
I love horror, but when I was a kid it scared the bejezzus out of me! I was afraid of anything the least bit related to monsters or evil, and now I can't get enough of the stuff. Love that evil! Anyway, I started thinking about the origins of this fear and tried to figure it all out in this week's story. Hail Satan!