I sit across from him, smiling, and bring the plate in my lap. I start thinking about when we were younger and I used to work at that strip club, the lights and the money...I was rich. He would come almost every night for a private dance. I glance up at him and start eating, sitting cross-legged.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Your hesitation suggests you are trying to protect my feelings. However, since I have none, I would prefer you to be honest. An artist's growth depends upon accurate feedback. — LCDR Data
