“Ace, you are the greatest artist,” he said.
“And you are a great painter,” I said.
“Nobody else has a mind like you, Ace,” he said.
“That’s probably a good thing,” I said.
And I continued walking on down the road.
A lot of this life. Its like being in a play. But we have to keep ad libbing our lines off the top of our heads. It would be so much simpler if we were at least given a script every morning. So we could do some rehearsing first.