I called Art once, about 2 AM on a clear August night. I shared my story of a persistent demon that had been haunting my waking hours with dastardly, chilling words and threats and demands, that it repeated over and over again. It haunted me to the point that it invaded my dreams. Or were they even dreams? I finally got to the point where I just had to surrender myself to the demon and give it whatever it demanded from me, though I believed I had no culpability in the situation whatsoever.
But enough about lawyers...