Of course I want to see you again, he’s empty, waiting for an excuse to leave her, she is vulnerable, he loves me, but that was a half hour ago, what does she want now. Those web services, no commitment sites, married divorced, what ever you want, click the button and you can flirt with them all day. Its like emptying your head into another, passing the fantasy on, and none of the physical stuff till you only want one thing, satisfaction.
So easy, on the subway, how easy to fantasize, weird stuff, it was better than going to see a therapist, and others asking for more, wanting to hear your own weird stuff, the worse you got the more they listened, what a dream, being able to pour your fantasies into the world, with no consequences, no chance of catching a disease, your secret, so you thought.
On the waiting list for a liver transplant, he is thinking back, it seemed like yesterday. The world was at his feet, and more money to burn than time. How he wasted so much. The news of miracles and divine interventions was wrecking his head, It wasn’t news that we was able to turn off, the news, the signs. He was supposed to be a street wise analyst.
