The Bitch of Living

Do you think maybe…therapy or something could help? I mean…I know it’s not really my place to suggest it but…yeah…s-sorry…

Babe, don't worry.  You didn't overstep.  I'm going tomorrow.

What do you need, baby?

A different brain?

Hey beautiful. How ya been?

I'm making due...

Do you wanna cuddle?

Always.

Dante. Why are you sad??

I don't know...  That's why it's weird.  I have no reason to be.

Are you alright, man?

Verdict's still pending.

How about you..you, bent over the arm of my couch in less than thirty minutes, and me, buried deep inside of you- hows that for mind numbing?

You get right to the point, don't you?

Well I’m not an expert on emotions, but uh.. I can definitely think of a few ways to keep your mind off of things..

Do tell?

Well they had to have liked me in order to hire me, right? Some people just don’t get that being different sometimes works, they tend to overreact when I say ‘Oh yeah, modeling, it’s my thing.’

Being different means you're hard to recreate.  Anyone can look like a semi-broody pouty lipped preteen at age 26.  What you've got going on?  A hell of a lot more complex.

Model believe it or not.

Appearance like yours?  It's striking.  Some agencies love that kind of thing.  It's not a total surprise.

It is, it’s one of my favorite places to go and do shoots and such.

Shoots?  Photographer or model?

You know, after being in Milan for a few months, it’s kind of weird to be back in the states.

I love Milan.  It's wonderful.

I barely slept at all last night. I need coffee to get through today, lots and lots of coffee…

You okay?

No, this is bullshit.

Eric?  What's wrong?