1.
Hey Nine’s Many Sides, who

you calling “arse-up”? Six

could claim the same. Besides,

they’re the other half of

that tantric act and it

does take two to tango.
2.
Six, you are everywhere.

You’re all strings strummed on a

guitar, beers drunk from the

pack, and the degrees of

separation between

two people anywhere.
3.
You’re revolver bullets—

just like the number of

shots Dirty Harry claimed

he lost count of from his

.44 Magnum on

some punk’s luckiest day.
4.
In the mountains, you’re the

crystalline symmetry

of a snowflake. And you

categorise insects,

shape the sides of beehive

cells. Bent little tadpole.
5.
Six, you sense dead people.

Your nightly news is dark.

Ancient Greeks put a hex

on you. You’re also sex

from the Kiwi tongue—or

said in Latin. In the
6.
Bible, six is seen as

sinful—even more so

in a threesome: Satan’s

secret symbol. Bad, they

say. It’s a good thing you’ve

turned 18, Six Six Six.