A dull pencil is greater than the sharpest memory. - an English proverb
So, here I am, with the Devil standing in front of me at an unmarked crossroads along a dusty stretch near Arizona's border with Mexico. As it turned out, the Devil is Lady Gaga, oddly shaped chrome metal parts covering her feminine glory. She's looking at me expectantly, waiting for the slightest nod from my heat stroked head to seal the deal. I don't know what I'm waiting for. This is what I've been wanting and the reason why I ran away from home and hitchhiked 2,000 miles over the past twelve months to get here.