Morpheus: “This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill – the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill – you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes…”
The Devil himself walked into the Log Cabin.
I know this for a fact.
I was sitting at the bar with Van Stein, nursing Jim Beam on the rocks (alas no Old Crow or Wild Turkey, uncivilized barbarians), when old Beelzebub sauntered past me, a ginger goatee and a red tie to match his bloodshot eyes.
I could feel the negative energy trying to penetrate my soul.
It took a barstool, opened its mouth and from then on never shut up, speaking very loudly in a high-pitched voice that not only grated my eardrums but frazzled my nerves.
Beelzebub wanted everyone to hear it arrogantly spout off trying to engage a young woman who had walked in just before him and attempted to buy her a drink (she declined).
Not only couldn't I remain for dinner, as intended, I couldn't even finish my drink, but bailed for a bench outside (leaving Van Stein to settle the tab) and snapped this pic of clouds illuminated by a setting sun; clouds chock-a-block with faces.
Once my nerves settled somewhat and Van Stein reappeared, we moseyed on down Main Street to Fried Green Tomatoes, where the antidote awaited us...
Sweet Alyssa took us under her angel wing and, after we consulted with Rudy back home by FaceTime about whether or not to order meatloaf, she served and watched over us.
Russell came by to say hello...
And having by now dusted off the devil, we escaped to The Grape Escape...
...where things got a lot more colorful.