About
Before explaining how I became the confidant of practitioners of Obeah, or voodoo, and before describing how my friend Mallow demonstrated his own cunning and cowardice by tricking me into camping alone at the site of more than one devilish Black Mass, I must first explain why I traveled to Cat Island in the Bahamas if you are to believe what happened or why it happened, and if you are to understand why Mallow and his spineless ilk should never again draw another easy Christian breath in my presence.