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And the Devil Winked at Me

And the Devil Winked at Me

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Published by Jeremy Hu
Crowley was at that point in his life where he had everything and everyone where he wanted them. Proud and oblivious to his flaws, he seeked and loved the attention from all. Except from his family. And he felt these invincible days would last forever until one fateful day had him coming close to meeting the Reaper himself.

And it got him some unwanted attention. But attention from a particularly persuasive salesman who has a knack of closing some high-stake pitches; usually involving your soul. Now armed with a little gift courtesy of the salesman, Crowley is given 90 days to find something that he lost on that day, and contend with his inner demons along the way.

But with Crowley's devil-may-care attitude, he may end up needing the help of the devil himself to come to terms with his pride, his family, God and his own life and how he looks at it. And maybe; just maybe, he may actually find redemption.
Crowley was at that point in his life where he had everything and everyone where he wanted them. Proud and oblivious to his flaws, he seeked and loved the attention from all. Except from his family. And he felt these invincible days would last forever until one fateful day had him coming close to meeting the Reaper himself.

And it got him some unwanted attention. But attention from a particularly persuasive salesman who has a knack of closing some high-stake pitches; usually involving your soul. Now armed with a little gift courtesy of the salesman, Crowley is given 90 days to find something that he lost on that day, and contend with his inner demons along the way.

But with Crowley's devil-may-care attitude, he may end up needing the help of the devil himself to come to terms with his pride, his family, God and his own life and how he looks at it. And maybe; just maybe, he may actually find redemption.

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AND THE DEVIL WINKED AT MEA BOOK BY JEREMY HU
 
IntroductionDemons.We all have them. Some lay dormant but ever present, like an old friend that you grewout of, but never quite left you alone. And there are some that keep trying to make acomeback, bouncing back into the ring with a swinging right hook, always hoping to finda crack in your defense and eventually get to you.And each day we live life oblivious to the screaming little creatures raging inside of us.Some of us may be more aware than others, but nonetheless we choose to cast theseunpleasant parts of our psyche at the back of our minds. But what actually keeps themthere? What keeps them from manifesting themselves in our earthly bodies?It’s whatever good that is in us that’s fighting the war for us. Or at least that’s what I’dlike to believe. And that’s what I’d like to continue believing. But sometimes beliefs, likeall milk cartons, have an expiry date. Unlike them cartons, though, no one tells you whenit is. The date isn’t so conveniently branded on something as intangible, as deep-seededas a belief. And apparently this particular belief of mine has just gone bad in the fridge.So did it come down upon me like an epiphany? With a divine voice that sounds likeMorgan Freeman, and white lights and all? I wished it was that dramatic. But nay, itcame to me rather… harshly. I am now sitting in my room in Singapore with my feetswollen and a Y-shaped scar on my head while I’m writing all this down. The events thatcame to pass and led to my current state shall be covered in this book. That, however, isnot what this little book is all about.Which brings me back to the topic of demons. So we fight them. Everyday. But life is nofairy tale. Sometimes they do get to us. And they make us do, say or think some thingsthat we don’t ought to. As much as we’d like to, we can’t take these things lightly.Because apart from being brief moments of freedom of them demons, they also remind usof the monster we can potentially become.My defenses are crumbling down. With expiring beliefs and lots of time on my hands,one of the worst things that could happen is to leave a man to his own devices. And ashistory has time and again proven the self-destructive nature of mankind, I need to findsome way to save me from myself. Hence this book was born.This is not a story about a man renowned for his wickedness. Nor is it about a man praised for his righteousness. This is the story about an ordinary man. He could be the bloke you see at the bus stop every morning, or the dude you see queuing for acappuccino every lunch break. And this man will show you just how virtuous, and how perverse, “ordinary” can be. Nobody can either be a saint or a sinner only; we don’t havethe luxury of choosing sides. And so we weep on our stone pillow, gently loathingourselves for being scared of what we are and what we can possibly be. This story will betold through the eyes of a man who’s got a much larger reservoir of courage at his
 
disposal than me. About being honest with himself. About not being ashamed of hisinequity. About coexisting with the less pleasant traits in him.You will not like this man.All in all, this is my exorcism by prose. And it is here I shall cast all them demons awayinto ink and paper, and on them they will stay. But can they be cast away in such aconvenient manner? I might be giving words a bit too much credit. But words are all I’vegot, and words are all I will use.This probably won’t be the last I’ll hear from them demons. There will be more of them.Stronger, more potent little critters will come to play with me. But I won’t worry abouttomorrow’s problems today. I won’t let this inevitable fate mess up my poor little mindwith paranoia and self-loathing. Because I know when they come challenging me to a bout in the ring at the back of my mind, I’ll come swinging with a mighty right hook of my own.And I will win.

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