I think sometimes I just use numbers to make some sense of nonsense. But then again, the world is charted, estimated, referred to and broken down by every form and angle, quadrant, scale and mile. Numbers are my god, my stability, my judge and jury. Numbers are my friends.
So 666 was not mere coincidence this morning, but a sign. Evil Susan showed her face, inspired and led directly by the devil. I told an artist that a caricature she drew for a bas mitzvah really wasn’t right.
As a picture framer, I do see wonderful things, especially the originals by local artists. I usually encourage and praise, but only honestly. And when I know them well enough, and when they’re good enough, like Diane, if asked, I offer my critique.
Pissed she was, a bit. But she knew the truth herself and tried to slide. And if she truly wanted to be that way, she wouldn’t be framing with me.
Sometimes, now and then, you can honestly trust the devil.
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