Meme of the Month

 

Here’s the story behind the picture.  Yes, it is totally made up.

Carl, as he usually does every other Friday after his bi-weekly paycheck, has traveled downtown to search for his favorite companion, Tiffani.  The routine is always identical, that is until this time.  Tiffani would listen to Carl’s latest sports decode while the other part of the $50 service was…ummmm…performed.

Tiffani was unavailable tonight.  At first Carl was worried.  The other gematria loving escorts he tried simply didn’t appreciate his sports decodes.  Bitka only talked about cryptocurrency.  Rapture drones on about the end of the world for more time than her legs were long.  Anastasia seemed to be influenced by Russian policy of trading money for sex.  But here’s the new girl.  Carl finds her name is Gem, short for Gematria.  That’s hard to tell what her Gematria clique is.  But she’s lovely.  She’s on the surface everything a man could want every other Friday night.

After a few minutes he does enough soul searching to figure out what he really wants more than the physical implications of two bodies in close proximity.  After a life of being constantly wrong about nearly everything, and being told he is wrong about nearly everything, all he needs is some validation.  Some kind of confirmation that he’s worthwhile.  Even at the cost of a fair chunk of his paycheck, just to hear someone say the words, “I’m proud of you.”, even without the sincerity that should be what really matters.

It turns out that Gem’s pimp is Attaboy!^TM. And he owns this dark and seedy part of town.  There’s so many Carl’s in this part of town.