CHATTERING MONKEYS

I've been listening to different Buddhists  and Zen lectures lately as well as the Tao Te Ching and The Gateless Gate on my laptop. I find comfort in their obfuscating views of life in which opposites are equally relevant and insightful. I need to find a voice to silence the monkeys chattering in my mind. 

I'm listening to The Gateless Gate at eight in the morning. I feel no need to rise. I have nothing planned and I'm not suffering from a hangover, so I have all day to finish my writing and my exercising for starters. 

I managed to accomplish my basics yesterday in spite of closing Cobbleheads the previous night after consuming quantities of beer, wine and tequila. It has been a relentless and restless day of self-hate.

I'm stretched out of my bed. The cell rings and it's chick number four. Or five. I'm not sure. Her name escapes me. She is one of the potentially dangerous risks in the corral because she's fucking four or five different guys.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm lying in bed listening to koans."

"What are koans?"

"They are a combination of Buddhist stories and abstract riddles that are supposed to assist your mind in becoming more transcendent."

"Do they help?

"There is an anti-logic in their philosophy that I find challenging and comforting. In their peaceful rendition they rival classical music. Instead of resting my brain listening to a famous violin rendition, I find an equal serenity in these koans."

"Should I come over?"

"Did you fuck yesterday?"

"No, but I did the day before."

"Let me check  my wallet."

I know I don't have very much cash. When we first started fucking, I would pay her between $60 and $80. I'm supposed to meet number two or three (I'm not sure of her ranking) in the afternoon, so I'm not horny. Besides, as I have said, I don't relish the risk. There is a bank near the apartment, but I'm in no mood to cross to the ATM. I count my cash and relay the amount on the cell.

"I only have $24."

"That's all! You can't pay me $40?"

"I would gladly pay you more, but I don't have it. I checked my wallet and that's all I have."

"I'm broke, so I'll make an exception this time. Give me about 15 minutes."

Despite having eight children, she is a small woman. I lay on my bed as she takes her clothes off. She kneels next to me and twists my nipples while I fondle her pussy. She cums easily. She lies next to me because she wants to fuck, but between my paranoia and keeping my gun loaded for later, I have no problems desisting, I massage her cunt until she climaxes.

"Maybe you didn't receive your usual fee, but you experienced some enjoyment."

"You're right about that."

She quickly dresses and departs. To her credit, the monkeys have stopped their chattering.

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