Benji

on one of my first shifts at the Manor i thought it would be a good idea to hang out there as much as possible. i sat there on shitty floral patterned sofa covered in grime and ash for 9 hours and made no money. so i returned later that night. there's gotta be work on a friday night, right?

no.

the kids who had also been there all day were dropping like flies into snoozy land. i met the night time crew and immediately forgot their names. when i know it's not their real name my brain forgets it straight away. one lad sat quietly chain smoking. he tossed the remote and said "you can watch whatever. i'm not watching tv." it was the first lispless male voice i'd heard at this place. his name was Benji. tall broad shouldered and thin, he rode the armchair with one leg throw over the arm and catching pokemon on his DS. i thanked him and scrolled through the hundreds of rubbish foxtel channels while we talked usual brothel talk of how much money we haven't made and how much longer we fear we will be sitting on our asses not making any more money. the conversation thinned as i scrolled through to the lifestyle channel screening Rupaul's Drag Race. i sucked in a breath of excitement. Benji looked to the tv. before i defend my excitement about a drag queen reality show he said "oh yes. i love this show. Nina Flowers is amazing."

pokemon AND drag race = best. hooker. ever