there was this guy at the State Fair who said he could draw me as I would look in twenty years. I thought he was full of it, but he only charged two dollars so I sat down on the metal stool in front of him and let him have at it.
the result was very disturbing. I had a lot of wrinkles. my hair was all grey. my earlobes were as long as summer sausages. and I was a woman. I asked him if this was really me in twenty years. he said it didn't have to be. he could redraw my future self for another two dollars. I gave him two more dollars and he started again. he drew in a professional, disinterested manner -- no creepy turning up of eyeballs or muttering mumbo-jumbo. this time I still had the wrinkles, but my hair wasn't grey -- it was gone. I was completely bald. and I was a man -- a man with small red horns on his bald head. "I suppose if I give you two dollars more you can draw the future me differently than this?" I asked him sarcastically. He said he could.
okay, so I was worried. I gave him two more dollars and told him that would be the last he'd ever get from me. He just sat there a moment, doing nothing, then handed me a blank sheet of drawing paper, "What does this mean?" I asked him.
"You'll find out" he replied, then vanished in a cloud of blue butterflies.
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