I let my leg get so bad, the doctor had to amputate.  There was something evil in that leg.  I could never tell when it would make me walk to places I did not want to go.  My left leg was fine, but my right leg was pure evil.  It lead me astray.  I walked away from the people who cared about me.  I could not find the strength to fight it.   I cut my leg on a rusty nail.  I let my leg bleed out, did not tend to my wound, and gangrene set in.   I thought I was through with my evil right leg.  But sometimes I get these pains in my right leg.  It is excruciating pain.  When I look down where it hurts, the leg is no longer there.