“It was about 1980, and I was hustling on the streets. I landed in jail for a month or two for petty theft. I met up with this guy who was a Satan worshiper. For those two months I was with him, then I get out of jail, but my mind didn’t. I remembered everything he said, which basically was, ‘Why worship the good guy, when the things you do aren’t so good?’ Somehow it just made sense to me, to worship something that would protect you in what you were doing.”