I treasure a fabulous caricature of me i had done 25 years ago. It's got this huge head with a giant smile and a teeny body, very flatteringly built -- the artist used his imagination! It's a charcoal sketch. It was done by an artist who was set up on a sidewalk downtown. He barely spoke English. It only took him five minutes! He was sooooooooo talented! It only cost $10! It is me pictured as a superhero, Wonder Woman, as i was being a political activist in those days and called myself "Jane Justice." I asked him to put a "J" on the torso shield but he didn't understand and put an "S" but whatever. I've kept hold of that sketch all thru all the chaos of my early thirties, thru five cities. When i abandoned all my possessions in the last move it was one of the few things i kept.

What do you fantasize about?