Is it me or do I smell evil around here? … I feel a satanic presence around me. Do you guys feel it?”
Excerpted from “Mr. Brownstone” (above), through an apparent alter ego, John. As far as his story goes, John and friends sneak into a casino and win the jackpot, whereupon the teacher (who is portrayed as an evil figure [four professors were murdered at Virginia Polytechnic]) named Brownstone, intervenes and calls security forces on them. After kicking them out, one of the officers says, “I am sorry about those gangsters, sir. We’ll beef up our security.”
Seems disturbingly prescient. Yet what gives rise to such unreasoning anger and lunacy?