texts: You wouldn't last two days. There's no hot water, and hardly ever any caviar. </s> <s> Listen, buster... I hate caviar! And I'm tired of people dismissing my dreams with a chuckle and a pat on the head. </s> <s> I'm sorry. Really... I am.
labels: Well, alright. There's something in me, Jack. I feel it. I don't know what it is, whether I should be an artist, or, I don't know... a dancer. Like Isadora Duncan.... a wild pagan spirit...