It was back in 77…
There aren't many things that make me feel older than saying things like it was back in 77…
That’s not entirely correct. In reality, it was December of 78 - situating the story almost back in 79’…
I want the story set back in 77.
There’s something that’s so damn visually appealing about the number seven.
Look at it: 7
Wow. All sharp and pointy and angular in it’s Arabic form.
And the Euro way of showing a seven?
The one left behind by the Romans?
Take a look vii
Damn that’s nice. But this one? VII
Hot.
Check out what the Japanese did with seven: 七 shichi
Looks good eh?
I’m a little jealous of their shichi.
That symbol? This one - 七
It kinda looks like a mermaid asking for a hug.
That’s hot - a beautiful wet lady calling with no way to make love?
Mermaids are the ultimate in unattainable bliss.
Seven is so good. Seven deadly sins, seven cardinal virtues, seven dwarves, seven minute abs…
No wonder seven is such a lucky number.
But is it really.
666 was always seen as a number of menace, of terror.
777 is a number that should strike fear into the hearts of casino owners.
That’s not the case though. Most other numbers are terrified of seven.
Some, like me, merely admire it’s aesthetic value.
But for some, the aspirationally cannibalistic, they love the number seven most of all.
It only makes sense though.
Why?
Because Seven Eight Nine.
(say that aloud)
And that is how a man with ADHD attempts to begin a story that took place when he was six years old, but gets stuck on the number seven.
In that way, this was a complete waste of time.
As such, today?
Seven ate time.