I have been working my way through Jessica Jones. It is good, and I am glad that it exists, but I have not seen anything that comes close to this.
My grandmother, she was the real Catholic. Fear of God ran deep. You would have liked her. She used to say, “Be careful of the Murdock boys. They got the devil in ‘em.” And you’d see it sometimes, in the ring.
His eyes would go dead, and…he’d start walking forward real slow, hands at his sides like he wasn’t afraid of anything. And the other guy, he’d see that look and he’d try to get away from him. Nah. My dad he’d catch him, and trap him in the corner…let the devil out.
We don’t do this “thing” ‘cause it’s permitted. We do it because we have to. We do it because we’re compelled.