It was one of the most remarkable phone calls of my life. I’ll never forget it: There in my tiny, filthy kitchen I was just about to reheat the pot of lentils, rice and onions that never seemed to leave my stove top.
Money was tight. I was buying the big woven rough bags of staples you’d see being wheeled in the wire basket shopping carts that immigrants used - lentils, rice, beans. Cooking involved adding water to the hard bits, putting it on the stove and finishing it with tabasco stolen from whatever restaurant I had indulged in most recently. Once, cooked, the contents of the pot were never refrigerated. I just kept heating and eating heating and eating.
And heat?
That was soon going to be a premium as well. Heat wasn’t included in the rent. I was in need of a warm place to sleep and a warm body to lie beside. Luckily, back then, I could still afford the internet. The internet was a gateway to heat.
Well… The internet was my gateway to a warm bag of blood to snuggle up with over th…
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