It was about 4:30 in the afternoon on an exceptionally hot day sometime near the end of July, 2011 (the exact date escapes me), and I found myself traveling
southbound on the DC Metro Red Line. I was
weary from a day of prostituting my bodily fluids to a few of the many clinics
that are set about the medical park in Bethesda.
This had become an almost weekly occurrence
since being laid off from my job working as an entry level file clerk at a…