I’m not the best there is at what I do, but then, I’m not the worst. 

But then again again, I’m only one of the few people left in the world that still does what I do.

Which is probably why I’m only a couple days away from my lights being cut off.

But my family legacy is important, which is why I’ll always be a Curse Breaker.

By night anyway.

By day I do sleight of hand tricks for the tricks for kids and drunk adults.

Coincidentally, both seem to have the same reaction at my shows. Disinterest and loud rude remarks.

That’s one reason I always end up at the bar after shows.

Who am I kidding?

I’d end up at the bar even if the show went well.

I don’t drink much. Usually just a shot or two. Glass of red wine if I’m feeling fancy.

I just don’t wanna be home.

Cute girl at the end of the bar keeps staring at me.

Nah, stupid. No way she’s looking at me.

Or maybe she’s looking at me cause I keep looking at her and it’s making her uncomfortable. 

That would be awkward. 

I should just finish my little tipsy juice and go before I embarrass myself.

Oh shoot. She’s coming over here.

“Hello.”

“Hi. Umm… I’m sorry for staring at you. I didn’t mean no harm.”

“No offense was taken. Mind if I have this seat.”

“Oh. Um… Sure! Of course! Please! Can I buy you a drink? Glass of wine?”

“I don’t drink wine.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“You’ve got nothing to apologize for. In fact, I insist you never apologize to me again.”

“Well aren’t you an odd duck?”

“Excuse me?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to… Actually, it doesn’t matter what I meant. And I’m not sorry.”

“Good. Now I feel we can get down to business. I have need of your particular services.”

“Oh. Well that’s cool too. My calendar is pretty for the rest of the month. Except the 15th. I do have a show at a school that day.”