I guess to the innocently bystanding casual observer, I look when I’m powdering my face like I take that shit amazingly seriously. Dylan always makes fun of me. One day I was powdering my face and looked in the meantime apparently like a very serious bitch. Peripherally I heard and felt similar motions immediately near to me, looked over, and there was Dylan, bitchy-faced, naked, and seriously powdering his balls. He dexterously mimicked me, switched his lower body back and forth with small sharp quick turning movements slightly left and then slightly right, without once breaking sober gaze and solemn eye contact with the full length mirror to check his work. “Fuck YOU!” I said, and lunged at him with my powder brush. Insubordinate, and churlish.