Although he looks a little out of sorts in this painting, my good friend Lester Picasso sent me a self-portrait to use on my blob. (Is that what you call this, Millicent?) He calls me his patron saint and I do feel a bit responsible for his current success. Garcia, my driver and gardener, objects to sharing the apartment over the garage with a folk artist, and my maid, Millicent, objects to the extra seating at the breakfast table, but someday they'll be glad they invested in a painting. They haven't yet, but I keep advising them to do so. It takes patience as they are not sophisticated connoisseurs of the visual arts as am I.
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