by James Jarvis
from Tales of An Urban Nomad
Dec 14, 2001
I was sitting in my broken crack motel room barcolounger, working my biceps with the hand weight, watching 'The Factor' on Fox when I heard glass crashing behind me. A deep, baritone voice yelled "JESUS CHRIST!" and then there was cursing and crashing and growling and screaming and the gnashing of teeth and the sounds of a body hitting the floor and I thought, "The neighbors are going at it a little early tonight. Guess I'll be seeing the deputies pretty soon."
But I was wrong. I opened my roommate's door to pass through to the toilet we share and he was back there watching "The Exorcist".
It may have only been my roommate's tv I just heard with the cursing and crashing and growling and screaming and the gnashing of teeth, but I know the non-televised exorcisms will start soon enough.
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