It's about six in the morning in London and I am sitting on the floor of a room in California. In the room next to mine is a group of people singing and playing the guitar. After a while they start speaking in tongues and grinding Lucifer into the carpet with their bare feet. Now they are clapping, quite content with the results of their work.
The thing is, from where I'm sitting, I can hear him in the walls and he's laughing.