The intersection of Highways 49 and 61 is the mythological crossroads where Robert Johnson allegedly sold his soul to the devil in exchange for his musical skills. When I was in the 2nd grade I did a bad thing. I dropped or spilled this guys lunch box. I am pretty sure it was an accident. The guy's name was Ricky Crissman. That was 30 years ago. I have no idea where on Earth this guy is. Anyway, I told him I wasn't the one who did the damage and he asked if I was telling the truth. I said I was. He told me to swear to it and if I was lying I would agree to go to Hell. I told him I wasn't lying. So at that time I guess I told the devil my soul was his.
Now the question is this: When am I legally responsible for my soul? How old to I have to be to actually offer it to the devil for his mischievious deeds and eternal damnation and hell fire. I was probably 7 years old at the time - is that a binding contract? Or am I still under God's comforting wing? -posted by Bob One
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