“Did your little fuckwit of a boyfriend ever come back? Call the police? Anything?”
“Nope. Somebody passing by on the street, I was told, found me and called 9-1-1. It was months before I could lie on my back comfortably. The next time I saw my, by now ex-boyfriend, he apologized for being a coward. My response was to give him a gallery opening invitation. The theme was ‘Love’s Deception,’ and his likeness appeared on many of my canvases, not in a complimentary way, you understand. When I sawhim at the exhibit, his shame was palpable. Only then did I say, ‘Apology accepted.’”
I couldn’t help but admire the resilience of a man who fearlessly took on the world, even after life had dealt him such a harsh blow.
“Is that why you have a ‘take no prisoners’ philosophy?” I asked. It would explain a lot.