Yep...a Garage Sale. That's where I picked up MY demon. X-wife said so, we got rid of all kinds of garage-bought stuff, burnt it up -- to no avail !
It was and is the only reasonable explanation how a truly angelic person such as I was...would need/want to look at necked ladies in magazines, when I was married to one already. Go figure !
She even tried burning me at the stake...I have epilepsy, too (Remember Salem ?)
Well, she was right...I did not die, so I definitely have a demon. Then she just divorced me. Maybe I was conceived in a Garage? I think it's got something to do with garages.
And I still like lookin' at necked ladies...what's a guy to do? Any suggestions ?