”“What did the other one think?”“It was ‘ballsy,’ to quote her.”“There are things I admire about Pollock.”“Then tell me why this i...sn’t just paint dripped onto canvas?”“Okay, but first a little background. The thing about art is that the good stuff works on many levels. Some of those levels are concerned with the subject matter. Other levels are the craft that goes into it and how it compares to similar works of art.“Look at the Mona Lisa. At one level it’s a portrait of an interesting if. But, every human body has needs. Whenever I see Sandhya, I just want to fuck her.Anu: Idiot, how can you think like that. She is our friend.Me: Ok, can you do me a favor?Anu: Yes, if I can.Me: I want to have sex with you today. Please, baby.After a lot of hesitation, my ex-gf finally said yes and told me to wait in her room.I entered her room with a lot of expectations and kept the door open. I was eagerly waiting for Anu.Then I heard footsteps of someone coming towards my room. I switched off. "Scarp knew that was a statement, not a question. "Right, Mr. Madagino,"nodded the young capo, his mien as cold as the ice floating in his waterglass. Scarp had an accent, too, but it was the dialect of Kansas City'sroughneck neighborhoods, the lingo of the gin joints and pool halls, notSicily."You'll give them up, then? Just like that? No lip, trouble?" Joe Jelly wasasking, his watery eyes narrow and suspicious."They knew the rule."Joe nodded. "You are being reasonable. Good. You will take. I didn’t let him see my consternation, though.When we finally reached his place, I noticed his room was freshly cleaned, except for the full ashtray. I hate when someone’s smoking, but I was going to made an excuse this time. Max had a decent collection of LPs so I helped myself and went through it. I picked up Kind of Blue. “Interesting choice, I haven’t heard this one in some time. Go, put it on.” – he said.A few glasses of red wine later I couldn’t hide that I was into Max anymore. I flipped.