The Devil Resold My Soul


Vesta and I were running low on cash and we had bills.

“You have to do something,” she said. “Like, you know, make some money, because I’ve never, never ever, paid a bill late and I don’t want to start now.”

I thought about putting something on eBay or Craigslist, but not one of my cameras and definitely not one of my lenses. Please, God, not that. I had some other stuff I could sell, but nothing that would raise the kind of money we needed.

I thought about taking out a loan or living off our credit cards, but we’d never done that and it seemed like a wrong thing to do, you know, go into debt for the rent or the utilities. If we were going to go into debt, I wanted it to be for something good, like a New Leica or a Hasselblad, not for the electric bill, that just wasn’t right

So, what to do, what to do?

Well, for a long time I’ve had this on again, off again, thing with the Devil, so I figured I could sell him my soul. That was better than borrowing money from the bank, cuz he always sold it back to you anytime you wanted, without interest. See, his plan is that you’ll die before you can buy it back.

But Death is kinda my friend. Though we hadn’t been on speaking terms lately, cuz I cheated at a game of chance with him. He didn’t figure it out right away, but he did figure it out, because, you see, nobody ever beats him in a fair game, because he cheats too. He doesn’t mean too, but he can’t help it. It’s in his DNA.

All that not withstanding, I was pretty sure he wouldn’t take me, till he got another chance to get me back in a game. I knew that, cuz he hates like all get out, to end up a loser.

The Deivl as Alice

So, I headed out to San Rafael Park, where God or the Devil visit me. Sometimes, I gotta deal with God, He’s okay, but he can be awful demanding. Other times the Devil shows and truth be told, he shows up a heck of a lot more than God does, so I was pretty sure I’d be running into him and sure ‘nuff, I did. This time he looked like an old aging Alice Cooper. Sometimes he’s Ozzie, and sometimes he just looks like a hooker. Like God, he wears disguises.

And he was happy, happy, happy to give me the cash I needed. And you know, I was kinda cheating him, cuz I was pretty sure that when he went to Death and asked him to take me, Old Mister D would turn him down. So, I was kinda cheating the Devil too. But what could I do, I needed the money.

However, little did I know, the Devil was broke too, so he sold my soul to a Bootleg CD seller and two weeks later, he called and told me.”

“How could you do that?”

“Shit happens,” was all he said, but he gave me the name and address of the bootleg CD guy, so all wasn’t lost. At least I hoped not.

However, when I went over to his house, I found out he’d tried to trade it in on a ‘57 Chevy Nomad, but the Chevy guy said it wasn’t enough, so the bootleg CD seller wanted his money back from the Devil and since the Devil wouldn’t refund it, I was kinda in a quandary.

So the devil doesn’t want it and the Chevy guy says it’s not worth a Nomad, but those are cool cars, so what to do, what to do?

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