The book I loaned him was on the bedside table, what a muse. He’s working back at the hotel and I’m pretending to work in a coffee shop.
Give me the strength to lie convincingly. Or please don’t ask why. I don’t want to explain why I have an addiction to being terminated from these engineering gigs – literally- I love being hired by high-end tech companies and fucking up their system with borderline inappropriate shanagans until I’m fired (I don’t have kids it’s ok). Anyways, I’m in-between jobs I hate and I don’t have a laptop, so I can’t get on solidworks or matlab and start designing engineery-like inventions to fool him into thinking I’m the catch I seem to be when I’m employed. Maybe I can draw it by hand? Noone is going to buy that I’m a robotics geek with hand drawings.
Anthropological Magical Realism 