Diablo Visits Butterfield's
It was a Wednesday night about five years ago.
A friend and I had just finished CPR classes at the local Red Cross.
To celebrate we decided to stop by Butterfield’s Brewing Company and have
a couple. As we sat at the bar we noticed this guy in his late thirties,
Hispanic medium build and complexion, with a handle bar mustache, milling
around the place. He looked to be very well intoxicated. He
was slowly working his way around talking to everyone. We thought
the guy seemed kind of weird and knew it was only a matter of time before
he worked his way over to us.
He introduced himself to us (I can’t recall the name) it was
then that I noticed he had some strange markings on the top of his hands,
feint but noticeable. He also had a similar marking on his forehead,
again feint but noticeable. After introducing himself he pointed
over to two women that were seated in a both by themselves and said, “See
those two girls over there? I put a spell on them, they are going
home with me tonight.” After saying this he immediately walked
away. While he was away we discussed how “out there” this guy seemed
to be. He returned in a few minutes with a pen and coaster in hand.
He asked my friend to pick a number between one and ten. He picked
a number and the guy wrote something on the back of the coaster.
“What’s your number man?” He said. My friend gave him the number
and the guy flipped the coaster over with the correct number written on
the back. We humored the guy and told him that was pretty cool.
He walked away again and my friend and I laughed and made fun of him to
ourselves. About a beer later the guy was next to us at the
bar. My friend leaned over to him and said, “let’s do that again.”
“OK” he replied. “Between one and one hundred,” my friend continued.
The guy looked at my friend real hard and said, “your hard to read man.
alright, man get your number,” he said. “You got your number yet,
man?” he continued. “Yea,” my friend replied. Again the guy
looks at my friend real hard, and writes something on the back of a coaster.
“OK, man what’s your number?” he said. My friend responded,
“fifty six.” The guy looks at him and says, “No man, don’t lie.”
My friend replied, “OK, OK it’s twenty seven.” The guy turns over
the coaster and there on the back he had written the number twenty-seven.
It was at this point we were very impressed and very freaked out.
My friend then looked over at him and said, “your el diablo, dude.” (The
devil) “Only when I want to be, when I call on him,” he replied.