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seven seventeen pm.
I’m laying on the shorter of the two green, fake suede couches. We’re playing poker. We, meaning Vlad the Russian and Mr. X are playing poker and I’m listening to the running commentary. They’re not playing each other. They’re playing on the internet. “I smoked her ass good” just floated down from the upstairs loft. Also, “Oh my god!” and “damnit!” have been thrown around a few times.
I got my hair did and my spine realigned today. Although not by the same person. My chiropractor likes me. I’m a pretty good client for a chiropractor. I do yoga twice a week and am neurotically aware of my posture and body mechanics. If I was my own client, I would like me. This was my second visit. She told me today to give her some business cards because she needs good massage therapists to refer her clients to. I said I would bring a bunch next week and think about my pricing structure. I’m hesitant. A good client base means roots in Las Vegas. I would rather be more like a topical mold to Las Vegas than anything deeper.
Topical mold…..something I thought I would never want to be like.
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