Ravings of a Textual Deviant

I make a pretty good living performing exorcisms on cars, even if most insurance policies won’t cover it. Evil spirits love technology; lots of opportunity for mischief.

You didn’t really think that it was a coincidence?

I met my match in mint-condition ’71 Demon with a tenacious Maxwell’s Imp in the carburetor. The owner was a bigwig on the classic car circuit, with a short temper and a foul mouth.

I got ol’ Max out of the engine, but couldn’t banish it. Instead, I found it a new host.

I got paid, and nobody noticed a change in Bigwig’s behaviour.

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