At 5 a.m. I woke up with a roaring headache. About an hour ago it started receding, hallelujah. Life goes on and so I got some coffee, did the morning usuals and settled in at my desk to clean out all the accumulated unnecessaries.
By chance, the cable is running a "Watchathon" on the higher echelon channels that are unaffordable in these parts. So I've got the last series of "True Blood" playing. If you don't know of it, it's a present-day series about vampires, werewolves and other supernatural types in the swampy south, and is for a Mature Audience. Its theme song is
and was playing when I heard a timid closing of the front door. A minute or so of silence followed, and then a knock on my door.
"Hello?" I said, not getting up.
"Hello," said a man.
"Yes?" I said.
"Hello," he said again (and in the background, "I wanna do bad things with you..."). "I'm a minister."
"You're not allowed to do that in this complex," I said.
"Not allowed to do what?" he said.
"Peddle anything door to door, including religion," I said.
There was a long moment of silence.
"Well you have a good day," he said.
"You too," I said.
The front door closed on "I wanna do real bad things with you."
Maybe I should hang a Baphomet on the door and be done with it.
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