The Devil All the Time

Some people were born just so they could be buried.

Unless he had whiskey running through his veins, Willard came to the clearing every morning and evening to talk to God. Arvin didn't know which was worse, the drinking or the praying. As far back as he could remember, it seemed that his father had fought the Devil all the time.

It's hard to live a good life...It seems like the Devil don't ever let up.

He imagined the door to a sad, empty room closing with a faint click, never to be opened again, and that calmed him a little.

They's a lot of no-good sonofabitches out there." Arvin asks, "More than a hundred?" Willard laughed a little and put the truck in gear. "Yeah, at least that many.

Strangers complained about the stench, but the locals liked to brag that it was the sweet smell of money.

Some people were born just so they could be buried; his mother was like that, and he’d always