Saturday, September 21, 2013

A Hooker, Strong Coffee and Malaise

Memory

Early summer 1999 I walked over to the Convenience store on Loraine Ave in Cleveland, where I lived at the time. I was still up from drinking all night and I needed some cigars. I ran into a hooker on the way back...she struck up conversation and we went back to my house and sat on the porch. We smoked the joint in silence. I wanted to know her name, how she got into doing what she did...of course she had a life outside of her job. I didn't ask...it seemed patronizing. 

She offered to blow me for free, I declined. 

I offered her breakfast, she declined.

We watched anonymous citizens stumble off to work. Eventually she left and I never saw her again.