Saw this skinny little art student sketching in the park today. Wearing those tight little shorts, biting his lip while he concentrated. Could smell the anxiety on him from twenty feet away. That familiar mix of fear and curiosity. He tried to act tough when I sat next to him, but his hands were shaking. Told him his drawing was pretty and watched him blush. He’ll be dreaming about my hands breaking his pencils—and his resolve—tonight. They all think they’re different until they’re on their knees remembering why they exist. #RealMenTake #ArtSchoolDropout