"About the demons? They make you want to run through the jungle...cover countryside at a clip, slide by in the night like a scuttling cloud....They make you bolt awake in the middle of the night with an involuntary shot of your own true adrenaline, ready to run a hundred miles; we're talking when you're there, now, really there, four-minute shape or better. They make you jittery with the smell of forest, ready to hurdle fallen trees, run down game, leave gore in the bushes.....And then when you get them all reigned in they make you lay back in the pack, coasting three laps on an old melody...and then they make you wail out of the final turn and blow down the last goddamn straightaway like the midnight trail to hell!"
- Quenton Cassidy
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