hookers.

last night, i dreamt that i had inherited a substantial amount of money and decided to take an open-ended road trip to wherever the wind took me, for as long as i felt like. i took this trip completely alone. somewhere in the middle of my trip, i was in texas, at a motel 6. this woman started talking to me, while i was hanging out in the lobby. she was, to put it politely, not so modestly dressed and definitely high on something. about halfway through our conversation, it became apparent to me that this woman was a hooker. she kept making unnecessary sexual jokes and she kept calling me 'sexy.' i felt bad for her. she was very pretty, too pretty to be a hooker, as in this woman could probably find a sugar daddy if she wanted. and i wondered what horrible string of events brought her to this point. whether it was something that happened when she was a kid or drug addiction or whatever.

i stopped her in the middle of a sentence,

"can i just give you a hug?"
"huh?"
"i just want to give you a hug."
"oh... um, ok."

... and i gave her a good old fashioned bear hug. she began to sob and i held her. it was a very beautiful moment. "thanks, i really needed that," she said. "you're welcome," i replied. after that, we went to my room and had a REAL conversaion; and it wasnt about how sexy i was, it was about our hopes and our fears and music and art and the tv shows we used to watch when we were kids and cute things my dog does and how much she misses her older brother.

i would like to have an encounter like this in real life, with a real life hooker i think. so if you know any prostitutes that need a hug, send them my way.

this is the most beautiful thing i have seen and heard, this year.