Model-Like Light

P.S. I look fabulous in the Yves sweater purchased from BergGood. I know this because Agatha positively swooned when I walked into the library as she was gchatting with her Internet boyfriend. I told her not to tell her boyfriend how good I looked because he might start falling in love with me. I swear it's happened before. She told me to take a walk.

I decided to take a stroll around my 'hood to give the sweater a little test wear, and on the way, why not, pick up a Kept Boy meal. Then on Fifth Avenue I noticed a male model type appear in front of me. He has the big feet, the big head, the I don't-give-a-whatever walk and the one day wardrobe I would sleep with a women for. The regular people around us must have thought a runway show just let out when I realized I was matching the male model type step for step up Fifth Avenue. Neither one of us dared look to each other unless we ruin the euphoria for the rest of them.

As soon as I appeared in his life I had moved on to get the perfect model like afternoon meal - a cup of coffee, purchased from a food cart, to be just like any average person - like you!
-served Black, light Skim Milk, one packet of Equal

Remember gang, everywhere else in the world models are on billboards, in New York, I may be found right around the corner.