The funny thing is I’m a bench jeweler by trade, well dressed, young, conventionally attractive and by virtue of the terrible upbringing I had I’ve picked up a thing or two about charm. I could go into most any bar in any city and leave with my pick. This sounds of course like a fat man role playing for the internet trolls but I guess I’ll sit with the knowledge I’m telling the truth. But I stay with this selfish, loud brute and pine for his friend. To think of who else might be submitting “confessions” to this weird site puts the absurdity of what keeps me up at night in perspective. If anyone reading happens to be a tall, handsome, educated, respected classical musician, I’ll be here at these hours I guess.
