Driving Miss Daisy
Hookers in the back seat of my cab
Years ago when I was in my twenties, an old high school friend and I would voyage to Soho bars on weekend nights to troll for willing women. Ya know…totally normal stuff for regular dudes tryin’ to get laid. And for a hot minute, I found a good-looking girl from The Upper East Side who took a shine to me — mostly because I was marginally in the music business. I wasn’t really clear on why she liked me — or even who she was as a person. I just knew that the girl looked good enough for some carnal fun. So I went along with the program.
We even got as far attending a family dinner — complete with her six-year old son coming along. But still…I didn’t know who the hell she was. There was something vacant about the girl I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Then one day I got the picture when Pat gently told me she was in the business of running ads in SCREW Magazine, and that she and her old boyfriend did couples for money! Whatever! I wasn’t in love with the girl. I didn’t really care.
Then one night the phone rang and she said “I got a guy coming over for an hour. Take Chris (her son) in his bedroom and play monopoly or something. I’ll be done quickly.” It was all cool. But soon thereafter, when she asked if I wanted to do couples with her, I knew it was the beginning of the end. Pat said it would be easy. I…
