Beautiful People

"A what?" I say.

"A reality artist. You don't just get to tell stories or write songs or make images — you get to create a whole world, which is not a control thing at all, it's like, something you can't predict, a living organism. Something people can play into, play around in, using it to create wonderful things. The Suits can't comprehend."

It sounds so familiar. I find myself thinking of peace, love, happiness, that whole dream. So I ruffle his mop and hand him another beer. "You're a beautiful person, Leroy. Just like your mother."

"Thanks. I like you too."