Yesterday I went to the Crossroads in the Delta. I'd been up there numerous times before, but was bringing a friend to see the famed Johnson "selling his soul" site.
I'm one of the doubters on the Crossroads actually being in Clarksdale instead of Rosedale, but hey, I've never claimed to know the exact location of where the Devil chooses to show up.
I do know we went to the intersection, sat down at a bar, and this old man with terribly long fingernails and hands like lighting took $80 bucks off me in a game of chance that, when done in front of you, seems impossible.
So, maybe I'll have to rethink that decision.
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