summer reading

i was on the subway, i was reading in cold blood (it's good, i regret it took me so long to get to it). the guy next to me, a little ample in the middle, jeans, t-shirt, kicks, reading a book i took for the bible, had one of those leather-looking bendy covers. he was engrossed in the pages of gospel. some time later a hot young thing gets on the train, walks by him, he watches her pass, and i notice he's got a yellow highlighter in his hand, which has gone slack, and then i notice, that ain't no scripture—it's the game, neil straus's tips for picking up da ladies. oh yah da ladies like da lines about da bullshit.

i know that book of mister straus because i read it and it was interesting stuff. illuminating as a flickering nightlight. but probably it works great, cause people are not too discerning and also, nothing wrong with a little line now and then.

on the subway lately i've seen lots and lots of transexuals. is that the right word? is it transgender...hard for me to remember and that doesn't make me a racist! im-a-talkin' about people who have taken hormones and obviously were born as men but now they got nice racks and eye shadow and chanel sunglasses like me (well, my sunglasses are fendi but they were a giveaway at a job i had once). anyways, lots of them lately, everywheres i look.

tonight the guy i hired to install my a-c, a sweetie pie from i can't remember where but not born here and he does super-ish kind of work for my landlord, started asking me if i believe in god and if not what happens when you die (he does believe, see), why do people do good if they're not afraid of hell and such, said, 'well, we could get a beer and talk about god some more. call me.' and i said, 'okay.'

but is it?

he's cute that one.