We met over ritaS & chips. I was scribblin' down nekkid thoughts N pondering life, when she plopped down in my booth. I was immediately drawn to her full rubbery lips N sexy ankles. She starts helping herself to my chips N and taking drawn-out sips from my rita glass. I was pissed & amaZed. She whips out a laptop from her Japanese anime backpack. She opens up her art page site. I was astounded by her works, she truly was a crazy-ass artist. The titles were beyond comprehension. Her mind was knowingly mad. She did not even try to hide the fact. She proceeded to tell me how being institutionalized helped her refine her artistic skills. Her bold honesty intoxicated me. She was plum silly. With her girly cartoon voice, and childish mannerisms , she seemed to be playing a characterization of herself as a 9 year old. Then her serious about art and letting you know she knew her shit voice was the complete opposite. The persona she did most, and I truly dug, was like an inquisitive college girl , more like a girlfriend or lover type. She spoke her mind, embarrassingly so. Sometimes. Getting us tossed out of upstanding venues. I had several chats with officers who wanted to run her in. She was proud of her Mommas genetics flaunting her dark aereolas more times in the wrong places than I care to recall. Despite her quirks, jerks, and wandering mind ways I loved her deeply, too deeply. From the start she told me she had a rich screenwriter lover 2 towns away. I figured he was another made up figment. He was not. Her and I were getting in a rose petal and pink Himalayan bath one Wednesday afternoon , when he shows up with cavier, 200 dollar tequila, illegal cigars and nose drugs of which I was highly opposed to. She is palming my man parts when the door bell rings. A beautiful song is on. Candles. She jaunts out wet, naked, nervous. Whispering for me to grab my tell tale things and hide in the spare bedroom. I reluctantly do. She gets him into our bath quickly.