We spent another two hours talking about his interests and things he despised. Our conversation led to his s****l secrets, addictions, and how he sometimes didn’t like being a loner in the world, but really couldn’t help it.
We drank more vodka shots and chatted about his artist shows in New York City, San Francisco, Miami, Paris, and other cities on the planet.
I asked him, “Doesn’t your agent want you there?”
He shook his head. “They sell better when I’m not around. I have a team that sells my work for me. Rue Downing is in charge of the team. There’s no need for me to leave the island. Besides, I’m so successful now, I don’t care if they sell or not. My bank account proves my accomplishments. It sounds like I’m bragging, but I’m not.”
I understood everything he proceeded to tell me.
