She only identified as innocent and that was the most intriguing thing about her. I wanted to know more but equally could not have cared less. busy curating a vision of her I’d sell forth in future conversations. This seemed petty had anticipated it therefore forgave myself instantly. So started painting for In my mind canvases filled all blank spaces our conversations with enough intrigue keep me on bar stool. doing again compensating lack character - whether mine or hers still wasn’t sure. is mostly why stayed put battling an insatiable hunger.