Yup, yup two days in a row.
Well, I am with the dog so to keep her from stressing out alone in the hotel room, I stay in with her.
Besides, my show last night, or this morning, was at 5am. I didn't get back here until 7, and then woke up around 1pm.
The venue last night was at some city park in Elmira, NY. There wasn't an exact address so I went there early to make sure that I could find it.
I was there around 330 am and no one was around. The party was a graduation party and the kids for whom the show was were at some other part of their party with my show being the climax of the event.
So there I am sitting in my car playing Ruzzle on my IPhone when a cop passes by and shines his light in as he drives past me.
About 5 minutes later he returned with reinforcements...because obviously I was a clear and present danger.
Now imagine what he must have thought when he steps up to the car; with a Delaware plate, some middle aged dude playing Ruzzle on his IPhone with his dog barking mad in the front seat. Then when he asks me what I am doing I tell him that I am a hypnotist and am going to do a show there at 5am.
Frankly, I thought he might just shoot me right on the spot.
The other guy is now shining his light in the back of my car, where all of my equipment sat, and in my dogs face one time which sort of pissed me off. I grumbled something briefly under my breath which I think he may have heard but I quickly changed my tone thinking about getting blown away and not getting paid for my efforts of even getting there at 330 am.
Naturally they figured out that I was legit and they "let me go" after running my tags and invading my rap sheet.
I was proud of my dog though. She is generally very submissive and jittery but she was stepping up large and letting them know that she wasn't having any of this today.
She has become much more protective these last 6 months.
The dog is very important to me and even though its difficult for her to travel with me I wouldn't have it any other way.
The fact of the matter is that when I first got her I was in a very bad frame of mind with the things that were going on in my life. You know, as put together as it seems that I am, I was pretty much suicidal around that time.
When I adopted her my life really changed. I had a little more purpose with the responsibility of raising her. Since I don't have any children because no one I have met thought I was good enough to sire a child with her, a dog is all that God allows me to have.
So Sasha has literally been a life-saver for me and she has been my angel.
This is also relevant because as a single man, and someone who is very comfortable using online dating services to meet people, I recently had a conversation with someone I was trying to meet who tells me in one of the notes that she can't date someone who "can't get over his dog."
Well, that was obviously the last conversation I had with that f****** c***. Hey everyone is entitled to deal with whatever they like. And I am someone who won't deal with a dog hater.
Dating at 51 is just a nightmare, if you haven't already figured that out. I am grandfather age, which is shocking enough to me let alone, I am finding out, pretty much everyone else I try to meet.
You might think that with my profession I would be able to attract all sorts of potential partners. It is certainly a great topic of conversation for someone to use to get to know me.
I have often thought, however, that my actual show would do much more for me than it has. After all, in my adult shows I have had dozens of people simultaneously climax on stage without being touched. So you would think that I would get all sorts of offers after watching that live.
But no, and its probably because I just look like a grandfather right now, or maybe that's just way too intimidating.
Most of the time I don't really care. Thankfully I am no longer led around in my travels by my penis so there is no real urgency, if you know what I'm saying.
But if and when that happens again the best that such a person will be able to do is to be as important as my dog, my little life-saving angel, never more so until or unless that person saves my life also.
This entry is dedicated to Sasha.
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