Virtually everything inside me had spilled out and been lost. I was completely new, but I was also completely empty. I had to fill in that blank, little by little. With my own hands, I had to construct this thing I called 'I

by anonymous accusations of infidelity?” I said. Susan smiled. “Fancy talk for a guy with an eighteen-inch neck,” she said. “I been bopping a shrink,” I said.

The biggest difference between L.A. and Edmonton was that instead of people looking at me I was looking at them.

I would prefer to have a more appealing job. If I could still change careers, I would prefer it. This unfortunate art is made for long beards and ugly faces rather than for a relatively well-endowed woman.

Written By Camille Claudel

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