Sunday, April 8, 2007
Two passengers out of an upscale strip joint./Drunkwagon Chronicles (I)
Outside an upscale strip club at around 4AM one freezing cold windy morning. His face was a mixed message of "better living through chemistry" and "where the f$ck am I?" Her face was very plain in its message> "It's cold out here. Show me a taxi and show me the money."
He was in his white business shirt and power tie, shirt undone, belt lost, no jacket, no coat, no hat and that blank blank face. She was dressed only a little better, having chased after him to the street and now guiding him to my taxi. Through the rear view mirror and by words and noises I could tell she was priming him - getting him to a point where he would have to have sex, with her, right now. She wsa talking about "$500" and he was talking about "Where is the other one? I thought you said $300."
She said to me. "Two stops, one at tenth and Broadway the other in Bayside." At tenth and Broadway he said "I can't do $500." and she said "Bayside." We left him on the sidewalk in front of his apartment building. There is a doorman so he didn't freeze to death that night.
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