But these demons didn't look so much like demons as they did look like you or me, as they sat & smirked enjoying the finer things in life, a glass filled to the brim with a eye catching glow of amber liquid & an odor that would shorly peel paint, a room filled with tell tail signs of wealth & reverence, hazed in the smoke of a well aged cigar & a large pile of dirty money & in fact it wasn't till one confided in me that he was a det collector did i ever suspect him of being a devil amongst men