I wrote this a long time ago

Satan rode shotgun
Hopped up on speed
I’d slow down with weed
My life was blur
My beast was a her
A mechanical demon
Her motor was screamin
When her engine was gassed
She wouldn’t be passed
The faster I went, the more it was fun
On several trips ol’ Satan called shotgun
We blazed through the night with his eyes on fire
Cheating death on a [...]

The Day Satan Possessed Mrs. Johnsons Corolla

When I was working at the dealership in Durham NC, I had a lot of regular customers, one was Mrs Johnson. She was an elderly black lady, who had been widowed for a number of years, and purchased a new Corolla right after her husband passed. She was a delightful woman, and an excellent customer, [...]