My sister and I's nocturnal habits are completely devastating when mixed together. It's seven am, I haven't slept yet, and I'll likely not for another half hour. Damn my sister and her excellent conversation and inspirational music. We spent the night in her lovely kitchen, talking while I painted my huge canvas. I hope Des gets to see it before it gets whisked away to Toronto, rolled up in my backpack.
Today I heard crazy conversations from Jewish potheads, one devout and one a Scarborough dealer, both South Africans. In the end, the dealer agreed enthusiastically to pray with the devout one. The dealer didn't know the hebrew words, and the devout one graciously offered to teach him. The dealer told a story about being held at knifepoint while dealing downtown. The assailant let the dealer go with his life (but without his weed) because the dealer was wearing a star of david.
"I don't kill jews, man." the assailant said. At this point in the story, the devout jew exclaimed "God saved you!". The dealer agreed.
God of wonders, who protects jewish drug dealers and gave me a twin sister to paint with, bless tomorrow. I need to get up in a couple of hours.
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