behind a costume like this?”
And I don’t know if he’s
talking to me or himself.
“You look ridiculous, Mike,
I’m embarrassed for you.”
And the whole smoking area
is looking at us and I don’t know
if I should say what I truly
want to say to him right now.
Fight or flight?
I scream:
“You’re embarrassedfor me?
I don’t need to be aman
for you or anyone else.
I don’t perform for you
or anyone else.
What I wear is for me.
What I perform is for me.
What I write is for me.
I’m my own man
and you’re a frightened
little boy. Who are you
to come here and shout at me?
We slept together once,
Jack. You don’t know me.
You don’t know my story
and I don’t know yours,
but right now I don’t want to.
If this is who you are, Jack,
I don’t want to know you anymore.
