I Was a Psychic, I Was Just a Cat, Isn't It?

"The place was filthy and it stunk to high heaven. But as long as I could just get directions and then get out of there, I didn't pay the stink no mind," he says. "There's pentagrams everywhere, all kind of messed up pictures on the wall." He adds: "I can barely hear myself think over the black metal they had blasting" 'It looked like the front door to Hell's frat house, like a total punk rock crash pad,' writes Pazuzu.