"I passionately hate the idea of being with it; I think an artist has always to be out of step with his time."
-Orson Welles
Peace & Love
A Glimpse.
I was never great with men. Paul began this fiasco. He was twenty-four years my senior, and to put it plainly, an ass-hole. He lived in Las Vegas, a quaint town in Southern Nevada. He was raised by Hell’s Angels and looked exactly like Dennis Quaid. We met when I was fourteen, when he was my martial arts instructor. I later reconnected with him when I was nineteen. Much older and wiser, I began my first romantic relationship with Paul. It was amazing….
Not.
