Interview.

 What are your talents?”

“I can sketch. I can do watercolor paintings.”

“And what else are you good at?”

“Well, I can go anywhere alone, eat alone, go to a movie alone, can stay in my bed without being fucked or without fucking.”

“Are you married?”

“No.”

“Fuck you, mister. Get the fuck out of here, we don’t hire single people.”

He must have thought, “It’s hard to control this fucker. He has nothing to submit to—no wife, no kids, no responsibility. He can fight for anything and almost survive without anything.”