This Is Me |
6/17 |
| I
am Ian Sinclair, age 33, living in a loft apartment overlooking the
downtown cityscape. I wear a tie to the office, work reports all day.
Who am I? The epitome of the corporate wage slave.
My girlfriend, Elise, is psychopathic. She is a pale, gothic chick that writes angst filled prose and paints ghastly tortured human figures floating in black voids. She requires various colored capsules and tablets offered up to her by her quota meeting therapist just to make it through the day. Our relationship is based on the fact that we have absolutely nothing in common, except perhaps we are sexually obsessed with each other. I think we provide mutual distraction from our respective monotonous existences. But she is all I have. My family lives on the east coast and my friends are all corporate cardboard cutouts. Although she does not own any clothing that is not black, her skin resembles a statue, and her eyes are usually so dilated they resemble small pools of oil...she somehow adds color and texture to my otherwise sterile world. |
