When I lived in the ghetto, I met the devil. He didn't say a word, but was able to get drinks served to him. No one else seemed to notice his power. After that I saw a Voodoo Priest, psychically he taught me Voodoo. I brought it up here to the suburbs. I am unable to work anymore, by next month I will be broke. Madness!!!! I have have tried to live free and do what makes me happy, I guess that's a lie. Like everything else. I guess it's time for the edge.