WHEN THE DEVIL showed up he was pissed and he wasn’t take no for an answer. I swear every word of this is true. I was lying in my beautiful queen sized luxury bed in a seven hundred and fifty thousand dollar home that cost me two hundred dollars a month to pay someone to mow the yard. Peninsula porch on the second floor looking out over the Gulf of Mexico, surrounded by doctors and lawyers vacation homes, it took a week or so to get used to the gently crashes of the water on the surf and constant breeze. You know what he wanted this time? He wanted me to curse God…. Most of what I write is true and I am prone to making stuff up, but trust me just this once; just like in the Book of Job, we went ‘round in ‘round in my mind and I resisted at every front. Growing up a Baptist in the Deep South, cursing God and you would lose your religion. You’d be excommunicated I imagined. Condemned to Hell. Same deal, raging fever, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat or drink and miserable in the lap of luxury, and just when swan diving off the balcony became a viable exit strategy, my bed was surrounded by Angels. I don’t know how many, there were many of them, I’d say at least eight or nine, maybe more, completely surrounding my bed, even the head board where the wall was, bent at the knees on the floor; they were there for me. The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York The New York Times The Dope Feign Shuffle by Mark Anthony Given Esquire The Real Drug Store Cowboy by Mark Anthony Given The New York Review of Books CNN The Situation Room Drudge Report SPIN University of Montana MFA Creative Writing reallifeheist/2012/09/dope-sick-angel-by-mark-anthony-given.html#!/2012/09/dope-sick-angel-by-mark-anthony-given.html
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