Failed Artist

My wife called from Thailand. Mam needed money for Fenway’s school. I told her that I’d sent some in the morning, which wasn’t quick enough and she started crying about having married an artist.

“I’m not an artist. I”m a failed writer.”

Artists are just as poor in Thailand as they are in the USA, unless you’re a big star and I’m not even a 40 watt lightbulb.

Of course I didn’t say I was a failure.

That ‘nah sia’ or loss of face would have sealed her opinion about artists.

Sometimes the best truth is the one you never say.

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