I'm sitting in the front car of the train on my way into the shop..
Nothing about today is normal. It's 5am and I would usually still be asleep. It's already hot and the sun has yet to rise.
I'm heading to the shop now because I switched shifts with my manager. I got off work less than eight hours ago and naturally I'm exhausted..
My ear buds are in and Rob Zombie is screaming at me, only about a dozen other early morning commuters are on board.
Last night at the shop was anything but normal..
It was quite slow. Only a few regulars willing to venture out into the summer heat to try and find someone to play with.
A great deal of my customers are married men looking to hook up with other men.. Either for a quick blow job or an ass to fuck.
With the amount of time some spend at the shop you have to wonder what their wives think?
Last night, like most, proved rather boring for me.
I watch them circle eachother, how they get ever closer to try and feel out how best to get what they want.
I often wonder who they think they are fooling when they stand for hours on end infront of the same shelf of girly dvd's, flipping through the covers. Barely seeing the titles, tryin to look casual and still catch the eye of the little twink hustler standing five feet away actually looking at the gay movies..
I know what most of them like. See who goes in what booth with whom. Who takes which male prostitute home, who lurks in the shadows, waiting for a glimpse of what they want but to afraid to reach out and grab it.
I've really not had to deal with to many crackheads lately. They seem to be avoiding my shifts.
Probably a good thing since I ran out of the poisoned cigarettes I had been using to get rid of them.
I'll need to see what I can find at the home improvement store this week.
Well my stop is next. Later...
