I could see Jason was having a hard time adjusting to his new quarters. He walked over to the air conditioner and tried turning it all the way up to make it cooler. Nothing. “Ivan does this thing work?” I finally had enough of his “prissy” attitude. “Let me put it to you this way Jason” I said annoyingly, “The air conditioning is working. You may not feel it because it is 130 degrees outside in the shade. May I remind you this is not Manhattan and we do not live in the lap of luxury? I suggest you get used to it because this is it. This is where I’m stuck at least for the moment. Now let’s go get something to eat. We have a lot to talk about concerning ‘our business arrangements.’” I was holding back. I didn’t want my anger to get the better of me. The transfusions had caused a shift in my personality and it is hard for me to tolerate an impudent snob such as Jason. Rationally I knew he basically meant well and was used to better than what we have to offer, but too fucking bad. This is the way it is so deal with it.
“I’m sorry Ivan. I didn’t mean to be insulting, it’s just very hot and I have a hard time tolerating the heat.” He seemed a bit sheepish at this point. He knew he was treading on thin ice. He could tell there is a shift in me, and best to smooth things over. “I apologize for snapping at you. It’s been tough these last few years.” I knew I was being a bit of an asshole, but these transfusions make me so irritable and aggressive. I was also very anxious to find out about what is going on with the galleries.
“Oh yes, our ‘business arrangements.” He giggled nervously which didn’t make me feel any better. “We have a lot to talk about Ivan, and I think this is best done over a bottle of Kistler Sonoma Mountain Chardonnay 2013, or do you prefer red?” He pulled the bottle from his bag and handed it to me. “Present?” Thanks I said.
“No white will do. It’s better in the heat.”