Larry was a nice guy.
But all the girls hated him. When Larry called I was always happy because i knew he wanted to binge and give me a lot of money. Larry was a very large man with large appetites. Lots of food, lots of booze, lots of drugs, and lots of women. And he could get that all in one call, so he always called me. When I picked up the phone there was never a "hello", just an amount of money being screamed at me by Larry. Then he'd hang up.
It was my job to know how much money to budget for each thing. It wasn't that hard, really, because if there wasn't enough of anything, larry would call again and bark that he needed more. I madea lot of money off of Larry.
But the girls hated Larry. He was huge. They said he had BO right out of the shower. The said his folds had folds. It because tougher and tougher to get girls to go over there. So I would hold back on girls during the week so that I knew when Larry called, they'd be willing to go anywhere, and anywhere was Larry.
Larry paid double for everything: the booze, the Carnegie Deli sandwich platters, the drugs, and he came back for more. So after a while, he paid double for the girls. It was satill tough to get some of them to go. I cut them off from the best customers if they didn't see Larry. A few quit, but most stayed because the money was better than almost anyone else in town was paying and it was the safest agency in town.
After a awhile, I started dreaming up bigger and bigger parties for Larry to increase my end. I knew if I sent over enough girls, most of them would end up just hanging out and it would be easier to get girls to go to Larry's. It worked. Larry's bills were huge, and he always paid. I called in touring girls from all over the place who did "specialty acts". It was a three ring circus over at Larry's.
Every Monday or Tusday, I get a call from Larry thanking me for setting him up, how much fun he had, he didn't know what he would have done if a mutual friend hadn't introduced us. (see, up till now you wondered why i said Larry was a nice guy?). He'd send over Knicks, Rangers or concert tickets. He'd send over food baskets.
After a particularly big partying weekend, no call Monday. No call Tuesday. Wednesday I got the call from our mutual acquantence. Larry slumped over at his desk dead from a heart attack at 36.
I was told that Larry left next to nothing in his estate. Considering the amount of money he went thru in living expenses, it was a little surprising. Or maybe not.
When the girls heard he was gone, a few shrugged, a few went "aww" and a bunch said "good, we don't have to go over there anymore".
But all the girls hated him. When Larry called I was always happy because i knew he wanted to binge and give me a lot of money. Larry was a very large man with large appetites. Lots of food, lots of booze, lots of drugs, and lots of women. And he could get that all in one call, so he always called me. When I picked up the phone there was never a "hello", just an amount of money being screamed at me by Larry. Then he'd hang up.
It was my job to know how much money to budget for each thing. It wasn't that hard, really, because if there wasn't enough of anything, larry would call again and bark that he needed more. I madea lot of money off of Larry.
But the girls hated Larry. He was huge. They said he had BO right out of the shower. The said his folds had folds. It because tougher and tougher to get girls to go over there. So I would hold back on girls during the week so that I knew when Larry called, they'd be willing to go anywhere, and anywhere was Larry.
Larry paid double for everything: the booze, the Carnegie Deli sandwich platters, the drugs, and he came back for more. So after a while, he paid double for the girls. It was satill tough to get some of them to go. I cut them off from the best customers if they didn't see Larry. A few quit, but most stayed because the money was better than almost anyone else in town was paying and it was the safest agency in town.
After a awhile, I started dreaming up bigger and bigger parties for Larry to increase my end. I knew if I sent over enough girls, most of them would end up just hanging out and it would be easier to get girls to go to Larry's. It worked. Larry's bills were huge, and he always paid. I called in touring girls from all over the place who did "specialty acts". It was a three ring circus over at Larry's.
Every Monday or Tusday, I get a call from Larry thanking me for setting him up, how much fun he had, he didn't know what he would have done if a mutual friend hadn't introduced us. (see, up till now you wondered why i said Larry was a nice guy?). He'd send over Knicks, Rangers or concert tickets. He'd send over food baskets.
After a particularly big partying weekend, no call Monday. No call Tuesday. Wednesday I got the call from our mutual acquantence. Larry slumped over at his desk dead from a heart attack at 36.
I was told that Larry left next to nothing in his estate. Considering the amount of money he went thru in living expenses, it was a little surprising. Or maybe not.
When the girls heard he was gone, a few shrugged, a few went "aww" and a bunch said "good, we don't have to go over there anymore".
