You look like that Afghani girl on the cover of National Geographic. “You look like a mook.” Ow. “I just wanted to say mook.” It’s a fun word. “But you do.” Sure. Tell me of love! I demand it! “You’re in no position to demand.” Seated? “Sure.” Still. “Love is the bubble in champagne.” How … Continue reading Blue-Eyed Baby, Playa Lady