Dirty Little DemonThere is a dirty little demon that haunts my dreams. He has a squishy face and the voice of James Earl Jones. It all seems rather absurd for such a large voice to come from a critter no higher than my knee. He stomps about like child having a tantrum in the strangest elfin suit. His voice is so commanding that I listen and obey without a moments hesitation. All the time I keep looking over my shoulder for his counterpart. Where is that brightly shining angel that is supposed to keep the balance?