^{I tended to take on projects, usually once every month or so I’d get interested in something else, and the month that she arrived was the one in which I had decided that I was going to learn to paint, and my plans of painting thousands of masterpieces filled my head with ideas of gallery showings and more demand for my works than I could supply, limitless funding for future endeavors, a desire for the approval of interesting and intelligent women and the envy of former friends and current peers at the bottom of it all. I kept attempting to paint this angel, one that was kind of cartoonish, exaggerated, comical, even. The angel was female with wide eyes similar to that of the Japanese anime style, she had broad, pointed wings and short hair with jagged edges. I was getting frustrated as I felt I was coming to the close of another failed attempt at painting this character which kept arriving on the canvas, when she walked into the room. She was snacking on a celery stick, hair in pigtails a lot like the ones she was wearing on the plane that day.}