The riskier this business becomes the more it ignites my passion for living. I thought I lost that feeling because apparently these recent years after college have become like being in Eden. I was automatically exempted to earn my place here in the heart of Soho. I love it; we also have another ´lair´ for art disaster in LA, but for some reason New York has grown on me; I can´t believe I was roaming the same neighborhood that Basquiat did.
I´VE BEEN SO CRAZY ABOUT YOU LATELY, ADRIAN, THESE LAST DAYS I´VE BEEN THINKING I FEEL I´M HOME WITH YOU...
A text message from Edith, and she ends with cutesy hearts, doesn´t every do that these days...
I called her back. I couldn´t help it.
"I got your message, you´ve successfully defined our relationship; it´s amazing how something so beautiful came out of a very trivial device." Edith chuckled and continued, "what´s that supposed to mean?"
"Analyze that, will you, or you can take it to the grave," I continued, spinning around the room just for fun, or maybe because I felt spoiled.
HOW´S LIFE TREATING YOU LATELY, YOU HAVEN´T TRIED TO JUMP AGAIN, HAVE YOU?
Now was my turn to laugh,"I wish, but I just left in a figure of speech. No..." I turned my head as I saw more people coming in, important people, "...but quite frankly if I were to do it ever again, I´d like to have you with me, cuz I don´t want to do it alone."
I...I´LL COME DOWN SOON.
"You don´t want me to come down and rescue you, because I could if you want me to."
JUST KEEP DOING WHAT YOU´RE DOING; AFTER ALL YOU´RE REQUESTED ELSEWHERE.
This is business, not pleasure, dammit.
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