Edith Whoreton sent me this image of a super sexy junky painting. She suggested the caption, "Why don't you just trust me?"
I suggested a context for the image. He's holding his girlfriend's cell phone. She wants to see it because she believes he's been calling the dealer. He has totally been calling the dealer. He needs a minute to delete the phone number, but she wants the phone now, so he's clutching it to his poor, wounded junky heart, asking her, "Why can't you just trust me?"