A lot of times they ask me if I teach at the University. So I guess that is what I look like.

I just got back from the bar. Had a few drinks, watched the people. The day after Thanksgiving, so many of the kids are gone, home to family for the holiday.

While I was waiting for a drink I overheard three college girls in line debating on getting jello shots. The bartender came to get my drink, and then I also picked up six jello shots for the girls. When you are a regular who tips well, you can get served on the side. Which is nice.

The college girls brought the jello shots over to my table and thanked me. It was still early, so they weren't plastered yet. Plastered college girls: some nights it's funny, some nights it's depressing. Tonight, the night after Thanksgiving, seems like it would be depressing.

Yeah, I know: college girls. I'm older than they are, but not so old as to be the creepy guy. I keep clean, and pretty much act like a gentlemen. A lot of times they ask me if I teach at the University. So I guess that is what I look like.

I have no intentions for them, it is just a quick systems diagnostic. So there is small chat and some laughs; they laugh that way that most college girls do, a little too loud, a little horsey. Eventually one of them asks if I know where I can get them some coke. Yeah: it is a Friday night.

I tell them I don't currently know anyone who supplies -- a little white lie, that -- and besides: cocaine is not good for you.

The one girl laughs, and says it's not that big a deal.

Not a big deal. So I tell her that she could go down to Denny and ask one of the crack whores how many cocks she has to suck to get the money to get high.

The girls now looked dumbfounded and vaguely shaken: yes, I did just say that.

I then left for a smoke, and when I came back they had moved elsewhere. People get uncomfortable when you bring up crack whores.

I can't help it: I do things like that.



-jj

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