Last week, I found myself in an awkward conversation with douchebag with a popped collar and frosted tips.
He asked me if I worshipped "the Devil," looking at my iPod's screen, where the gloriously disgusting cover of Cannibal Corpse's The Wretched Spawn was displayed. Or you know, maybe I practiced Wicca? Was I a witch? Like, in The Craft? Because Neve Campbell was so hot when that came out.