Picasso

I never met Picasso, but I met Henry Miller's friend Joe Gray, so that puts me in the neighborhood, so to speak. With the theft of the paintings, which were likely uninsured, it is a good time to reflect on the precautions one must take to live a secured life.

To begin with, one must be ultra careful about whom one allows onto the premises. Earlier today, when I heard Désespérée knocking at my door, I was tempted to let her in. I mean, the woman is completely mad-crazy in a sexual sense. However, I hesitated long enough for something akin to reason to take hold of me and I held myself in check. I didn't acknowledge the knock--or later, the pounding--at my door. God knows what she might have stolen from me had I let her into my (junior) suite yet one more time.

Let this be a lesson to us all.