I swear I caught her rolling her eyes over me that night — so either I was pleasing to the eyes, or I reeked of scotch and pot, and she was merely wondering how such a train wreck could exist.
She asked me if she was beautiful.
I almost faltered; I didn't
know what to say. I think I acted my part well.
Picture two thespians
desperately holding on to one another, needing something more than
whatever they have right now.
How playful, how innocuous, how
despairing.
-M
