Alessandro Salviati, what can I say about him? He's my maker, my tormentor, my...complicated...relation.
Picture this: it's a warm spring evening and you're high on elation. You've just been selected the starting third basemen for the New York Yankees; your life-long dream has finally been realized. One of your teammates invites you out for a celebratory drink and you go because really, what better way to end your night than bellying up to your favorite bar and downing a beer with the boys?
Before you know it, it's two, three o'clock, you're out
way past curfew and you know your dad's going to be mad, so you make your excuses and go staggering down the sidewalk. So you're singing Take Me Out to the Ball Game at the top of your lungs and you're a little bit off-key (okay, fine, a
lot) but you're not hurting anyone, right? You're just having a good time, enjoying the night, enjoying life in general. So you come across a guy who's dressed a little oddly for the area, he's in a waistcoat and trousers, his hair all slicked back and shiny, you're feeling good and happy and so you shout out a greeting. No harm, right? You're just sharing in your good fortune.
He introduces himself and he's just got the most captivating pair of eyes you've ever seen, so you just stand there and stare at them, all pretty-like and shining in the glow of the street lamps. You feel like you've known this guy your whole life and when he offers to buy you a drink and leads you in the opposite direction of the bar you were just in, you don't really think twice about it because really, he's
such a nice guy and you're feeling so good and aw, heck, Dad'll understand if you were out real late carousing. You've got reason to be out all hours of the night! You're a goddamn New York Yankee! And a grown man! You're only living with your parents until you can scrap up enough cash to get your own apartment anyway. You'll go and come as you please!
( Alessandro Salviati )Days 5 & 6