I prefer to think I overdosed on Peace and Love in 1967. Of course the drugs didn't help. And as my soul left my body and floated over San Francisco and the Summer of Love Festival I noticed that I was being pulled back. No wings to lift me up and not enough sin to pull me all the way down.

For nearly 40 years I've been in a holding pattern ... somewhere between Heaven and Hell and Light and Dark ... close to the murky depths and near the awesome heights. God's yoyo and the devil's prospect. Trust me I am tired of bouncing around. I want to redeem myself. My life on earth had faded into a blur of sex, drugs, and rock and roll. And life in between has left me tired and tattered. They have a name for souls like me. I am a fallen angel. And I am the first to arrive.

Don't laugh when I tell you that I am on a mission from God. More will be revealed to you. But I want to tell you that I'm here because Lucifer666 is here.

It's almost a cliché to suggest that no one is quite what they seem, but when the innocent are suspect and the evil flip sides like blackened coins that's where I come in.

First thoughts are sometimes like first impressions. They can be wrong. But I will leave you with a question that has long plagued philosophers and kings....

Do you Believe in Evil?