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Yelling at the Universe — The Faux Louvre pg251
Colorful companion to my memoir The Incompetent Psychic
2005
I was at the sixth art fair of my first year of trying them — which is something I never thought I would do. Given that my other choice for reliable income was a real job, this seemed like a better option. Not today though, and not for the previous three festivals, either.
By late Saturday there hadn’t been a single sale, and my optimism for this venture was flagging. I zipped up the canopy at the end of the day with a dead feeling of despondence. Later on in the motel room my mood shifted down to the lowest gear. A full blown hissy fit of questioning all my life’s decisions to that point erupted — especially the part where the business plan I had written in my head didn’t include the $6,000 I had to carry in inventory plus the new trailer. That was stuck on my credit card from the First Extortionist Bank.
I grabbed my checkbook ledger, walked into the woods out of hearing distance from my fellow travelers and held it open to the stars. With both arms up-stretched I yelled, “Look at THIS!!” — From Chapter 14
It turned out my little diatribe at the Universe didn’t backfire. A stylish woman bought six original paintings the next day. It’s risky to holler at the gods…
