DALLAS/DALLAS
DALLAS/DALLAS
Yesterday I was in Dallas Texas.
The first time in my life I’ve ever been there.
Well, once I drove through it, on a greyhound bus.
But that was a terrible time.
The hottest summer I can remember.
Yesterday was nice and breezy.
Lots of white people there, dressed up like real life cowboys.
Their wives were all gathered in the hotel lobby
wearing fancy pearls and eating cucumber sandwiches in the middle of the afternoon.
I wonder what it would feel like to have sex with one of those old birds in exchange for lodging, clothing, and a daily stipend.
Could I bring myself to do that?
Probably I would have to organize a group of them and make weekly rounds so that it felt more like I was in control of the operation and I could justify it to my friends.
Many people before me have done this sort of thing, so it is okay.
How would I fair as a gigolo? Above average?
I’ll need to work on my pecs.
Asked the workers at the hotel if there was anything fun to do in Dallas.
They said “no.”
Honestly, they thought about it, and said no.
Went to a driving range with Sia and hit some golf balls.