“I’m done with dating attractive women. They’re self centered, self righteous, and under medicated. Janice kept on harping about my needing to get a ‘regular job’. I’m an artist. I can’t be bothered with the mundane. And Nadine, I tried to tell her that sleeping with her sister meant nothing to me, but she just kept on throwing it up in my face.”

I saw the speaker, a twenty something freak. Spiked hair, nose ring, and is that eye shadow? He wore a t-shirt with Marx, Lenin and Engels above the slogan Socialist Unite! His companion got up and said, “I’m going to have another, you want one?”

“Yeah, a half espresso, half Jamaican decaf latte, and make sure they use the real cream and not that non dairy stuff. And two more of those cinnamon bowties.”

I turned my head and trying to look uninterested, but kept my ears open for more from this drama queen. The next thing I hear is the chair at my table being drawn back and as I look up the freak is sitting down.

“I can make you immortal, on canvas”.