I'm forced to skulk around in alleyways, searching out commissions because nobody wants to be seen in my company or pay me what I'm worth. I'm good at what I do, though, and enjoy it, too. I'm just wanting my ten percent like every one else in the world. Heck I don't even ask for the fifteen or twenty that actor's management and agents get. Does that make me a bad person?
You look like a decent soul, with a kind heart. You wouldn't deny a man an honest living would you? I didn't think so. Look, sorry to have bothered you like this. I didn't mean to unload on you, but one thing about being a salesperson and an agent, like I am, is that you soon learn how to judge character. I didn't think you'd mind lending an ear for a few moments, not with sensitive eyes like those.
Forgive me for being so bold. We've just met and all, but you wouldn't by any chance be a poet or something of that type, would you? It's just that something about you says sensitive and feeling in a way that I only get from people who have poetry in their soul. If you don't mind me saying, you look like the type of person who would appreciate art on a scale far more advanced then the cretins I usually have to deal with.
Can I interest you in a piece of art?
The author has just come into possession of an original, one of a kind Harold Town lithograph from 1957 that he has put on the market, marking his first foray into the world of art sales and deals.