September 24, 2017

We were hanging out inside of a glass room that resembled a smoking shelter. Either the glass was tinted orange or the sun was setting outside as I was laying on the sofa. “You’re hanging out around here an awful lot”, someone commented. They accused me of “paying [my] dignity for nudity.”

“How?” I asked, “who am I paying?”

“Me. I would be naked under different circumstances” they said.