She's Making Me Dream of Tigers 2
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It started with her although at the time I did not realize it. Everyone who went up the unassuming stairs whose proper use was that of a fire escape, whether it was for the pyramids of high quality knock off purses or floating Pai-Gow games had to have a sponsor and as real names were never used, a sort of handle. Shadow weasel, too appropriate a name for Lee not to hate it, told me that I would have to play one game and loose intentionally as a sign of respect. I furrowed my brow but he told me not to worry I could play backgammon instead as he knew I only liked to watch the card games and then it was more for the people's face and body language than anything else. The Weasel introduced me to the man sitting at the head of a large round table, leaning back in the only chair with arms, the contrast in color between his nicotine yellow suit and the chair's wood making him seem to float. Giving and taking the currency of favors and information, He was everybody's "Uncle". I paid my respect and made just enough showing on the board so that I did not insult him by loosing too easily. He knew who I was there for and his eyes when not hiding behind a veil of cigarette smoke smiled. He personally walked me to the other room, showing me the bags and making conversation.
"Stray Cat will like this one, it is her color". The way the black of the leather caught the light, fluidic and yet solid at the same time reminded me of her hair as it pulled in the light. I nodded.
I could not just pick out my things and go as it would be an insult. I lingered as I was told beforehand would be necessary. The end of the night a woman whom I had been noticing watching me always from across the room approached and gave me a small red box. I looked at Weasel who had stayed close by me most of the night despite knowing me and that I would never make a social faux paus. He nodded and I opened the box, a small patina ed bronze tiger the size of a game piece. Weasel frowned as it was the type of name he would have preferred..... (W.Wolfson)
She's Making Me Dream of Tigers 2
Marker & Paper
Quick Sketch.
It started with her although at the time I did not realize it. Everyone who went up the unassuming stairs whose proper use was that of a fire escape, whether it was for the pyramids of high quality knock off purses or floating Pai-Gow games had to have a sponsor and as real names were never used, a sort of handle. Shadow weasel, too appropriate a name for Lee not to hate it, told me that I would have to play one game and loose intentionally as a sign of respect. I furrowed my brow but he told me not to worry I could play backgammon instead as he knew I only liked to watch the card games and then it was more for the people's face and body language than anything else. The Weasel introduced me to the man sitting at the head of a large round table, leaning back in the only chair with arms, the contrast in color between his nicotine yellow suit and the chair's wood making him seem to float. Giving and taking the currency of favors and information, He was everybody's "Uncle". I paid my respect and made just enough showing on the board so that I did not insult him by loosing too easily. He knew who I was there for and his eyes when not hiding behind a veil of cigarette smoke smiled. He personally walked me to the other room, showing me the bags and making conversation.
"Stray Cat will like this one, it is her color". The way the black of the leather caught the light, fluidic and yet solid at the same time reminded me of her hair as it pulled in the light. I nodded.
I could not just pick out my things and go as it would be an insult. I lingered as I was told beforehand would be necessary. The end of the night a woman whom I had been noticing watching me always from across the room approached and gave me a small red box. I looked at Weasel who had stayed close by me most of the night despite knowing me and that I would never make a social faux paus. He nodded and I opened the box, a small patina ed bronze tiger the size of a game piece. Weasel frowned as it was the type of name he would have preferred..... (W.Wolfson)