i saw the devil walking down the street today. staggering a bit. visibly drunk.
he saw me, too. and for a brief moment, when our eyes met, i think both of us thought of saying something. but then quickly thought better of it.
there was really nothing to say, both of us knowing ourselves and the other person all too well. but we almost spoke.
in fact, he was so close to speaking that he caught himself only just in time to raise his hand, turn his face and say "oh no, i shouldn't talk to you."
somehow, i wasn't surprised. i suppose i agreed with his conclusion. and so went on my way.
now, i think of the encounter and chuckle. amusing. funny little encounter there in the middle of town, in broad daylight.
i passed the devil on the street today. he was so drunk he thought better of saying anything.