By Ashley Farmer
Can I act like an angel if I live like a jerk? Can I keep disguising my sensitivity with parties and verve? I’m bursting with rich delight while you’re under control, enjoying your well-rounded personal life, your armchair book. You: an accounting presentation. I: dance a full moon ode on the beach. You grow your business. I try to appease the Dragon God by writhing around on the sand in skimpy outfits. Consider this an invitation. I consider this an invitation.