Late last night he crawled through my window. He was giggling like a damned school kid. I, startled from my sleep, shouted "Who are you?" He continued to giggle. He reeked of cheap whiskey. "Hey, I'm the devil and I wanna make a deal with you". Then he jumped on my bed and started choking me, begging me to accept his offer. I managed to let him know that I was interested. He backed off and said, "Let me sleep with your woman and I will give you an evening with Sleepy John Estes, just you and him, picking, drinking and grinning." I readily agreed, especially since he wasn't wanting my soul or something important like that. He asked me to leave the room and let him do his do with her, and he would arrange the Sleepy John thing later. I left the room and spent the rest of the night on my sofa. It all seemed so reasonable to me last night, but when I awoke this morning, I realized that the devils voice sounded a lot like old Homer Buford from down the road.

Do you suppose that I have been had? Should I expect an evening with Sleepy John?

Any suggestions?

The Doer of Things