In The Doubtful Guest by flagg5 Comments

One of the best compliments I ever received- especially from someone who matters- is that I am “Full of Voodoo.”

After all the horrors of the last few years, I was beginning to have my doubts that there was any juju left in this battered body.

Seems there is a bit of Voodoo left. It feels good. It feels damn good. It’s a reminder of why I should bother fighting in the first place.

So there’s voodoo in the old boy yet. Fuck me, that’s good to know.

“I’m not the one who’s so far away
when I feel the snake bite
Enter my veins
never did I want to be here again…

…. and I don’t remember why I came.”

(Which would also be my pro- wrestling entrance music)