Muncie, Indiana. 1981.
"You're angelically oppressed." The man I considered my spiritual teacher kept his gaze from meeting mine. His low voice made me think he might not want the others to hear. This man had been my mentor. I had modeled my life after him. I had given him power over me, and I obeyed his commands. He had all the answers, and this was all he could say?
Excerpt from Dancing with the Devil