Andrew J. Lederer

West 12 mall, Shepherd's Bush.

Three double Glenlivets have given me the ability to see my life, at present, as a dance of wooing and humoring and apologizing and psyching out allies (and adversaries).

And cowering and hiding and fighting and retreating and accepting and denying.

And rejecting and loving and wanting to be loved and paying the check and having others pay the check and bemoaning the check.

And looking in mirrors and defining myself by the quality of the lighting in the bathroom.


I am far too dependant on others.

I am not free to be myself.

And so I dance.


(And I can't afford another scotch.

Of course, I didn't pay for the ones I drank, anyway.)