Today, I made change for a prostitute.
Today… I made change for a prostitute.
I walked into a gas station and a certain lady of the evening was at the counter, trying to buy… cigars.
I know.
The irony.
She turned to me and said, “Baby, you got change for a fifty?”
I reached into my pocket and pulled out two twenties and two fives.
She handed me a fifty. I shoved it in my pocket.
She said, “Thank you so much, baby. You sweet.”
Then she turned and bought some Swisher Sweets, peeled one open and licked it. Right there in the gas station while the attendant and I stood awkwardly watching.
I take entertainment where I can get it.

Just a random attorney writing about daily life with Little Filthy, my rotten dog.