The Sale of Two Titties
It was the worst of times…It was the best of times…oh dammit, who am I kidding? It was definitely the worst time I’d ever had. It seemed like nothing was going right; hadn’t been for months. I felt I was drifting; no focus, no plans, nothing interesting. I did my job, got a little exercise, ate the minimum amount of food necessary, and I slept. Not much more than that.
I walked down the river walk quite often. Sometimes during the day to breathe fresh air and feel the sun on my face, sometimes at night so I could melt into the shadows and watch people. People seemed to sense that I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I’m very careful about letting people into my personal space. No one ever dared to infiltrate my world. No one ever even tried. Not that I can’t be sociab
