this reminds me of partying in seville one night... this guy i knew woke up one morning after a hard night at the bar, and found this piece of paper in his pocket. it was a contract with satan: he agreed to sell his soul for a cap of xtc. it was signed and everything, and my friend was racking his brain trying to figure out what the hell (pardon the pun) happened. apparently some dude walked into the bar wearing all red and horns, pitchfork the whole thing, and was buying people's souls left, right and centre. fubar, if you ask me.
