I'm pretty sure I met Satan himself here. Fella at...

I'm pretty sure I met Satan himself here. Fella at the next table had one eye and interjected into our conversation. Offered me a job and suggested a couple of message boards. Shook with his left hand. The whole ordeal left me uneasy. Being a graphic designer sucks. There are too many of us in this city and not enough jobs. And I don't think I need to make a deal with the devil to make ends meet. Not that desperate yet. Food was only okay.