The ‘Money Man’, if you will, or in the nature of things during a negotiation was taken aback by his dealings with an artist. While vacationing in San Francisco, California in the early 1900’s I overheard the almost diametric conversation between these two men.
“No, nope, not a chance,” the artist said, and also, “will I have anything to do with this ---‘money talk’.” He would gladly, he said quite enthusiastically, “Torture myself for free!”
So their ‘dealings’ were done without a close, before an opening, before a start ---and or a beginning.
The deal between the ‘Money Man’ and the artist was completed immediately. The two men stared blankly at one another. But it was the ‘Money Man’ who’d finally close the ‘close-less’ deal as he reached his hand to the artist, with moisture collecting in conspiciuous areas now spreading througout his shirt, and then, “Very good,” was heard.
The ‘Money Man’ got a mallet, and directed the curious crowd to this so-called Torture Chamber he just built. The anticipation was palpable, felt all the way from San Francisco to Reno, Nevada. But it was an instant success, or, solely for art’s sake?-Because it only lasted a few minutes.
After pounding a five pound mallet on each and every digit of the artist’s hands, he quickly became overly ambitious, removed his pants, and then dropped the five pound mallet on his genitals ---followed by him going into shock, and his death the preceding day.
The ‘Money Man’ counted his money, and then put an ad on Craigslist. It read: Looking for an artist who can handle a five pound mallet!
The End
