In the backseat of your Audi, the three o clock shadow
slants across your face like a threat, makes you look
dangerous. Makes you look
interesting.
So what do you do?
I tell you
I write.
What does that mean?
It means walking into a crowd and getting lost in your head. It means finding loose change in your heart. Means the world is your dysfunctional, perpetually disappointed, ailing mother. Means this isn't going to last.
But all you see is a silver smile.