A banishing ritual done with a Bic lighter and salt packets in a cheap hotel room. Possum skull house guardians and scarecrow golems in the cornfield. Teddy bear exorcisms and beating down the bogeyman with a water gun. Scrying for the future with a brick and pirated music. Turning a road trip into a vision quest with a mixed tape and a good friend. Punching your enemy right in the soul. Evoking a god with sidewalk chalk and cheap red wine in an alley.  Its Molotov magick that burns away the obstacles in your life, if you have the guts and the skills to harness your power.
This is for the soldier who dodges a bullet, the graffiti artist who evades arrest, the beggar who walks with the spirits of the street. The college student who needs to pass the final exam, the slinger trying to survive another score, the starving artist who has to hold on for one more month.  This is for the stock broker who has to make or break the deal, the twenty-something humanities major looking for a path in life, the police officers and firefighters who don’t want to become more names on a wall.  The stripper trying to raise a child by herself, the anarchist who wants to change the system, and the politician unwilling to leave a campaign to chance.
This is for you, so step up.