Satan s book1
I slam into the guy with great force, he falls down and I manage to stay up. He’s old, I estimate about 60, gray hair, a small beard, black suit and tie, can and a briefcase, the last 2 are on the ground next to him. “I’m sorry sir.” I apologize and help him up. I hand him his cane and note the knob on it, it’s in the shape of a demons head. “No problem son, say you look like a fine guy.” He says. “Thank you sir, but I should really get going, I need to get home.” I say, the old geezer is...