Sales Pitch
Conversations whirl around me like spiral radar, contempt for the "all well and good" is swallowed in a flute glass of bubbly, the jury of cloaked spectators can't see the agony we're hiding, everything exists until it doesn't but that don’t matter when you're eating first course and waiting for the roast pig platter, life's good, living is rich when every conversation about yourself is like a sales pitch
