“What do you do?” ” I work. I earn a living.” “Doing what?”  “An honest day’s work for an honest day’s pay.”  “I am an artist,   though,  …..””oh reeeally, what’s your medium, have you sold any?”  “It’s not a productive cash cow, art, it’s a way of life, id. A diferent and detailed version of what everyone else doesn’t see. A gift.”  “oh.”  The anthropoid turns heal and greets other guests, and the freak stands alone, looking for the neerest exit, free drinks along the way, retiring to think, and clarify, and dream.