I love the wicked witches of folklore and nightmares.
They are on the surface exactly who they are and if you fall under the spell…well, it’s not like you weren’t warned.
But that warning is as good as an engraved invitation to some of us, isn’t it?
Faust and Mephistopheles attend a wild Walpurgis Night gathering.
Damn!!!! How could I forget ? We stayed off the road this night. In 67 we wound up in a weird little town that we couldn’t seem to get out of, just went around a few times. We, at last got a ride out, but after that never traveled by thumb on that night.
Oh come on Lou…where’s the fun in that? bwahahahahaaaaa