He puts my face in the mirror. The looks reflected back at me full of lust and desperation, hope and angst. The same look that says...”Your dreams will never come true...” When you live your life as a dreamer, reality has a way of seeping in like wrinkles on an aging face. It’s something you never think about, even as 3 AM broadcasts it’s endless playback. Then one day, you are brushing your teeth, and it bares it’s ugly fangs. And like a kick in the groin, it tells you that your youthful cynicism and disdain weren’t just carefully cultivated sexiness...they were preparation.