I told you a story, would you listen? Would you stare at me with rapt attention?
Would you pretend to be listening over the phone while actually flipping
through the pages of some vaguely embarrassing catalogue you'd prefer I
didn't know you had stashed away underneath that pile of unread New Yorkers?
I know about that one, yep. And... No, this isn't the time, or the place. We'll talk later. But on with it. You're still listening, aren't you? Should I tell you about myself? My art? My travels? My darkest secrets? |