Here is the story as I understand it. The wind comes through the silver birches and it is a god. My friend X is stuck on the New Jersey Turnpike because his car broke down. His car broke down because there is a demon. In America nowadays, everything runs according to Orphic principles, even the Pentecostal types. There’s a crack on the sidewalk. If you step on it, Jesus will never come back. Don’t kid yourself, America is officially nuts. Here is the story as I understand it. America was always nuts. Gods are fighting in my privet hedge. They just happen to look like magpies. There’s a demon in my friend’s 1993 Ford station wagon. The mechanic can’t find it. I know why: the Devil lives in the water cooler at the Pep Boys in Brunswick, New Jersey. He’s been there for about five years. He used to be at Princeton. He gets around. He used to live in my gas stove.
Planet of the Blind 