I was going through some old letters and came across some rolled up parchments that I hadn’t looked at since I collected them last October. Halloween, to be exact.
Can you guess what I dressed up as for Halloween last year?
So, I have four or five contracts signing over the souls of several friends into my keeping. They came rather cheaply, as I recall. A massage, a sandwhich. A quickie in the bathroom.
Here’s my question: if you had to sell your soul – and for the sake of this excercise, you do – what is the one thing you’d want in return? (or at least comes close). It can be anything – mind-reading capability, prince charming, that nice hand-made doe-skin flogger you’ve had your eye on…
Me? A tavern. Something well-made, but broken in. Smooth oaken bars, solid wooden tables. Comfortable chairs. Lantern-bright. Good food (pretzels, shrimp, nachoes, pastachios). A couple of real pool tables, not those bar-sized ones. A dart board. Jukebox hooked to my music collection – I’ve got playlists that cover everything from sultly summer nights to jammin’ spring evenings. Microbrews, top-shelf liquor, and a decent wine collection (with a few really rare vintages for those special ocassions, such as, oh, every Friday night). A piano. Baby grand. Smoking blonde in a black dress to accompany it. Back-room with couches so those without designated drivers can sleep it off safely. Make the hours from four in the evening till whenever the last person leaves. Have it make just enough money to cover expenses.
And good friends to make it a home. Yeah. I’d sell my soul for that.
How ’bout you?