[ WP ] You made a deal with the Devil , and now he 's come to collect .

`` It happened last night. I just got back from my concert, I remember seeing his face in the sea of people chanting my name. But he did n't chant my name, hell he did n't even smile. He just stared at me. Those eyes... like an eagle's eyes. No emotion, just calculations. Probably wondering how to grab me without causing a scene. I know that now. 
 
 `` At the time I just thought it was some stalker, I have quite a few you know. Yeah, of course you know, I'm Brandon Motha Fuckin' Becker, of course you know. Anyway, where was I, I was walkin' to my limo cause my show just ended. I hopped in and we drove away, just me and the driver. Drivers a good guy, I thought, always keeps his window up. You know that window in the limousines right? The one... oh you know? Yeah, of course you do. 
 
 `` So the window starts rollin' down. I'm just wonderin' whats goin' on. Drivers a good guy, he never rolls down the window. Oh, I said that? Well, so he looks back at me and I see his face. Same face that watched me in the crowd. The one that did n't smile, ya know? So I'm scared shitless at this point. I try to open the door, but the damn doors locked. 
 
 `` I look back up and I see the driver, but he's sittin' next to me, holdin' the keys. He presses lock. Says,'We talked a long time ago kid, I gave you talent for something of yours. I'm gon na take it now. You remember right, of course you remember''. I do n't know who this guy is, but he looked mad, real mad. He put his hands on my head and I blacked out. 
 
 `` Next thing I know, I'm sittin' here, talkin to you.'' 
 
 `` Uh huh.'' The woman sitting across from Brandon looked as disinterested as possible. As if she had an interest in looking that way. She scribbled some notes on her pad and pressed a button. Two guards came and grabbed him under the arms, pulling him out the door. Brandon struggled, flailing helplessly. He reminded the woman of a worm flailing in the beak of a crow. 
 
 `` Do n't you even want to know what he took?!'' Brandon yelled. He had a pitiful look on his face. The woman obliged him. 
 
 `` What did he take, Mr. Becker?'' 
 
 `` My *Sanity*'' 
 
 At least he got that part right, she thought. No one in the Michigan Institution of Mental Health had their sanity. Least of all him.
