Speak Of The Devil

I’ve always been fascinated with sayings like:

it’s raining like cats and dogs…derives from olden (or older) times when sewage wasn’t great and drown cats and dogs would float down the streets in rainstorms.

And the phrase ‘Speak of the Devil and he appears’ when you’re speaking of say Jim or Sally or (place name here of person you know) and they appear.

What if you actually WERE speaking of the Devil. That would mean it wouldn’t be Jim or Sally or (place name here of person you know) but actually THE DEVIL that would appear.

I wouldn’t like that…especially because if I were speaking of the Devil it wouldn’t be favorably while wearing a black t-shirt with masking tape torn into pieces that create the words: Lucifer Rocks!!!

My mention of his name would be followed by some strongly worded statement not open to interpretation like:

The Devil, not a fan.

And then along he comes just because I spoke of him.

If it ever does happen, I’m hoping he may be in one of those ‘taking being the whole Devil thing out for a ride in a just-for-kicks manner, like making someone fumble at the 5 yard line, making someone fall down in a pile of mud, or, in my case, just respond to my ‘not a fan’ with a point-taken but whimsical ‘Says you.’

Then again, he may just lie me down on a huge piece of rolling paper and smoke me.

He’s the Devil, he can do that…

Oh jeez, speak of the Devil…