SOme say they wondered about me. I did some crazy shit when I was in the Pagans. Once there was a fight in a bar, and, I’m a small guy, and I don’t look tough, but these assholes were braking bottles and about to come after us. I don’t know what happened. Later people said I screamed at them—this really weird sounding scream, and it looked like my eyes were bugging out, and, and this I don’t believe, they said it looked like smoke was coming out of my mouth. When they say that, those slumdogs just turned and ran. I don’t remember any of it, of course. I don’t know if this is related, but I have been known to have a seizure or two since then. Honestly, though, I can’t remember this, so I can’t say whether it was a demon or not. I do have this tattoo on my back—well, I used to have it. It was a devil riding on a Harley. Forked tale, fire and brimstone—the whole nine yards.