Heading back to Boston, and a bottle, he hid away from the world as he grieved for a loss he could barely understand and feared for a man he barely knew. Hiding in the bottle, but not in every glass, was the anger he had failed to kill and the belief that he somehow could. In his sleep lay the truth that stole his rest and demanded more alcohol. In the dark corners all things were bent out of shape, a hall of mirrors where punishments were sought for fictional transgressions whilst retribution was planned for imagined wrongs. It was crime and punishment for a twisted universe, played within and without the subconscious and served to the world with reason and a smile.
Naughty and Nice? 12 bad deeds in 12 days to save your soul; what would you do?
He’s making a list. And checking it twice; gonna find out who’s naughty and…well not nice to be honest. It’s not important really, except that I’m on the list, whatever it is. It’s the reason for the terrible pun of a title – The Satan Clause – and the reason why it’s so terrible. 12 days to commit 12 evil deeds. What would you do?