Mr. Creepy: The $463.17 Solution

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Many men owe the grandeur of their lives to their tremendous difficulties. —CharlesHaddon Spurgeon

The car that I live in, the Chevy Lumina, lost it’s brakes. Gone. Nothing. I’m broke and I make my living driving call girls to their appointments. Now I have no way to get the $463.17 the mechanic said it would take to fix it. If I could drive the car, I could make the money to fix it. What to do. What to do.

This is how I solved my $463.17 dilemma: I found another homeless man, a semi-gay, middleaged, wannabee actor from New Jersey, who had a Chevron card, no cash, and a desperate need to stop sleeping in his car and I cut him a deal. In return for him paying my brake repair on his gas card, I would let him sleep with me (no sex) in whatever seedy motel dump I could find for 35 days AND I would get him a job.