memory

I eye the picture of a man on the smartphone in my lap. He looks less than twenty years older than me. Good. I theorize ways to best extract cash from him. He says all he wants to do is talk. Interesting, but I agreed.

Jeff and I decide to meet up today.

He says we’ve met before. Have we? Probably. Did I decide it was important enough to remember? Absolutely not.

Jeff gave me 200 dollars for sitting and talking to him over lunch. I felt a little immoral about this, but I’m pretty sure I am morally absolved from taking money from rich old men, given the disparity between our privilege.