Singer, painter, actor, writer, and all-around arty person trying to make it in a blue-collar town.
The Hooker of Jefferson Street
Many years ago, before my best friend D. and I met, he was living in an apartment on Jefferson street. He was attending University and had a full class load and a couple of jobs, so he was fairly busy and usually on the go. Heading out the door on his way to his first class of the day, he heard a little meow and looked down to find a little orange ball of fluff doing figure-8's around his feet. It was a kitten, maybe a year old, with large paws, a large head, and a skinny little body. He looked like he had probably been on his own for a while. Not wanting to be late for class, my friend extricated himself from the aggressive affections of the little creature and went about his business.
A few years ago, a touring Broadway company was bringing The Phantom of the Opera through my city. I bought tickets to take my best friend (and a small group of our compatriots) to the show for his birthday and planned a somewhat elaborate evening out for the lot of us. The tickets were a surprise, and I wanted to do something a little more elaborate to reveal that surprise than just tell him I was taking him, so I delved into my craft supplies and wrote him an invitation to the show from "The Phantom" using parchment paper and blood-red India ink with a dip-nib pen to make it look as authentic and ominous as possible, and sealed it with a red wax seal to make it official. I went out and found a distressed-looking book safe, which would act as the delivery service for the letter, to add a little extra panache.