Wednesday, March 16, 2011

But Then I'd Have to Kill You

The woman at the cafe mere steps from the office building in which I do my clandestine work had no idea what she was asking.


"So, what you doing around here today?"


"Talking about sex," I said.


"Ohhhhhh," she said. "Do tell."


"I'm talking with men about sex," I said.


"What are you talking about?"


"I can't really go into details," I said.


"That sounds juicy," she said, as she prepared my much-needed 3 p.m. cup of black coffee.


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"What are you doing in Oakland?" the father of Youngest's BFF asked as I swung by to grab the lad to bring him home.


Now, I could have gone into a bit more detail with him, but there was his precious 11-year-old daughter, ears perked, standing two feet away.


"Um, interviews," I said.


"Oh? What job are you trying to fill?" he asked, ever vigilant for a new opportunity.


"Um, not a job," I said. "I'm doing interviews about...certain behavior adults engage in."


"I see," he said, not really seeing but totally seeing.



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I am truly doing valuable work. I am. I just can't really prove it to you. But I am hopeful that it's work that matters. And while I could certainly talk in detail about what precisely I did for the San Francisco Chronicle, and I can't talk about what I'm doing nowadays, what I do today is as valuable, if not more so, than what I ever did at the Chronicle.


Or so I keep saying.


If only to myself.

2 comments:

That Uncomfortable Itch said...

If you believe it then it's totally true. That's all that really matters.

Jomama said...

Love the name of the first commenter on your non-discussion of certain adult behaviors. 'Nuff said!

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