hudson, new york
i'm reading a book. some middle-aged guy comes up to me
-hey, excuse me, but i think i know you
-wow! i thought i recognized you. you look a little different, you know, with clothes on
-my name is jeff. i'm a big fan
-i read that you moved up here. i like your site
-you like it here?
-yeah, people leave me alone
-oh. listen, i'm sorry, i'm going, but i wanted to ask you.....
-do you still do, you know, private sessions?
an hour and a half later
dildo up his ass
he came buckets
he's sitting on the bed, getting dressed
-wow. that was great. i mean, my wife, you know, she would never, you know
-stick anything up your ass?
-right. wow. i mean, i'm not gay. i don't want you to think i'm gay
-you're not gay. i am
-right, right. haha you're so funny
-thanks, again. my wife and i, sheez, i mean, she would never do that, and you know, we haven't for a while
-oh. sorry about that
-yeah, well. it's busy. the kids, work
-we really don't have time for sex
-and it's not like, the sex, well, it's not like this. it's not like you
-maybe we can do this again, muffy?
-that'll be so great. i mean, you're so good, and you listen
-my wife, she never fucking listens. it's always we're going here, we're doing that. did you pick up the kids from soccer practice?
-and all i want is a lousy blow job every now and then
-but she's too tired, or whatever
-you know what? i'm the one that's too tired. i'm the one that works every day. i have to put up with all this stupid shit at work so that she can have a new fucking landscaped yard
-do you like your job?
-no. i hate it. but the kids still have to go through school. i have another ten years
-oh. what would you do instead? what would make you happy?
-what would make me happy? shit. no one's every asked me that before!
-you know, i've always wanted to write a book. i think i have a book inside me
-so, then why don't you write a book?
-humph. yeah, like who has the time?
-if it's what you want to do, then do it. if it'll make you happy...
-but i have bills to pay. i have the kids, the house, the two cars. when am i going to do it?
-there's no time. plus, it's a silly idea, writing a book! me?
-it's not a silly idea.
-that's what my wife calls it
-it can also be called a 'dream'
-jeff, life is short. maybe you've created this world of responsibility and obligation around you as an excuse to stop you from writing your book, or living out your dreams? maybe you just don't have the confidence to live your life the way you want
he stops. angry
i think, shit, i did it again, i went too far
-who the fuck are you to say i don't have confidence?
i reach for the pepper spray by the bed
-who the fuck are you? you little whore. you live in a crappy house on crappy street on the crappy side of a crappy town.
-now you can leave
-fuck you, you little dyke whore! fuck you! damn right i'm leaving
that's why I get the cash in advance.