Chapter One
Diablo
Dybbuk lives in a shroud of mystery, watching behind camouflage as the
world unfolds. He is wild and free to make criminal moves and engage
in illegal, immoral and odious behavior. Evil is everywhere and
Diablo is part of it. He heard something about 10 Commandments, for
instance. Whatever those are, he's for breaking them. He is in
tireless pursuit of perversity. He doesn't get bored, dismayed, or
confused. He conducts trivial criminal acts mostly and lives for one
intense compulsion. He cannot stop thinking about her. She is
irresistible to his dark, hollow, empty (probably defective) heart.
To keep
moving forward, an inclination of human beings in modern times, also,
something sharks do (move forward), Diablo goes drug store to drug
store to pick up prescriptions and sell the addictive stuff. This
keeps him slip-sliding on a patch of winter ice, spring ice, also,
early autumn ice. He survives by travelling the country to pick up
prescription drugs, welfare cheques, and shady women.
Diablo doesn't addict people to narcotics intentionally. But he would if he had to. The drugs sell themselves. He's not opposed to making people happy. He's not in favor of it either. This he learned from Ronnie the world traveler. Diablo once took shelter in Moosimin, Saskatchewan, where he was born. It is a windswept town on the bone dry prairie,1,500 dusty heads 20 kilometres this side of the Saskatchewan/Manitoba border. There was a bus depot, and a room at Fake Uncle Ronnie's little shack, considered a permanent address by the social services department of the flat province. Munchhausen mom was long gone. He didn't know anything about her. Never knew. She managed to remain invisible to Diablo his entire life. If she was sitting in front of him, he would not know it.
