The drums went upside down
There were about four writers out, trying to exploit the “outsider artist”
His flower arranging was excellent
Playing revealed that she has changed her surname to something like “Masterson” and kept her still-husband to heel—this made for our lasting connection
The fumbled “racial element” was poorly received
More invitees arrived looking for suits and other bargains (they had been given, hidden, and destroyed)
Yet there was no motivation there anyway
Self-loathing nibbled the edges
and why pretend?