"You Should Be In Pornos!"
Thunderheads were building when I left the arcade, which was where I usually hung out after school. It was a good place to score acid and mescaline, as well as having water and restrooms in an environment where you didn't really have to buy anything to use them. I made my way to M-24 as fast as I could, wondering if it would be quicker to try to take Indianwood Road rather than hike all the way into Oxford to take Seymour Lake Road. I chanced it.
About a 1/2 mile down Indianwood a guy stopped to give me a ride. He was handsome in a conventional blonde-haired/blue-eyed sense, driving a foregin car of some sort that looked reasonably new. He gave me the creeps.
We talked about the impending storms and how lucky it was that I had gotten a ride before they hit. Then he lapsed into an uncomfortable silence, as if he wanted to say something but was unsure how to go about it.
"So do you like my car?" he asked, and I nodded. He continued "You know, you could own one like this if you wanted to. I could arrange it. You'd have a steady job with great pay doing something you'd no doubt enjoy..."
I was already suspicious; was he going to try to convert me to Amway? I mentally prepared a half dozen of the rebukes I typically used when confronted by an Amway drone. What he said completely surprised me though.
"Have you ever considered working in the porn movie industry?"
It was rare for me to be speechless when I was riding with someone. There were few times that I found myself at a total loss of how I should respond. Maybe it was the person I was then, or the culture, but I always seemed to know how best to respond. Except now.
It was clear he took my silence as an assent as he continued. "I have some friends in Detroit who have a studio for filming. I really think you'd be great at it! You have the looks, and we could work some kink into too if that's what you're into."
I must have been looking at him with thinly veiled horror.
"You'd never have to hitch hike in the rain again. You'd have a great car, a nice house, all the sex you could ever want.....drugs..."
At this point I should clarify that at that time, if I had actually known this guy and knew him to be trustworthy I would have probably taken him up on his offer. As it was I had no idea if he were just looking for a quick lay, or if he were a serial killer, or what. There was a definite weirdness about him that was setting off all sorts of mental alarms. The Flake Radar was a bright red...
I muttered non-commitally, hoping he'd give it up, but he kept on till he stopped at the market at Baldwin and Indianwood roads to get cigarettes. I took that opportunity to bail out of the car and run as fast as I could accross a corn field that is now a subdivision. Big droplets of rain were beginning to fall and I made my way to an old barn that looked to offer some shelter. I had no idea if he would follow or not, but I bet against it and I was right.
For hours I sat in the barn soaking up the stale stench of long-departed farm animals. The storm raged outside, and I dozed till early evening.
After I woke and the storm passed I trudged through muddy fields and backroads the rest of the way home.
About a 1/2 mile down Indianwood a guy stopped to give me a ride. He was handsome in a conventional blonde-haired/blue-eyed sense, driving a foregin car of some sort that looked reasonably new. He gave me the creeps.
We talked about the impending storms and how lucky it was that I had gotten a ride before they hit. Then he lapsed into an uncomfortable silence, as if he wanted to say something but was unsure how to go about it.
"So do you like my car?" he asked, and I nodded. He continued "You know, you could own one like this if you wanted to. I could arrange it. You'd have a steady job with great pay doing something you'd no doubt enjoy..."
I was already suspicious; was he going to try to convert me to Amway? I mentally prepared a half dozen of the rebukes I typically used when confronted by an Amway drone. What he said completely surprised me though.
"Have you ever considered working in the porn movie industry?"
It was rare for me to be speechless when I was riding with someone. There were few times that I found myself at a total loss of how I should respond. Maybe it was the person I was then, or the culture, but I always seemed to know how best to respond. Except now.
It was clear he took my silence as an assent as he continued. "I have some friends in Detroit who have a studio for filming. I really think you'd be great at it! You have the looks, and we could work some kink into too if that's what you're into."
I must have been looking at him with thinly veiled horror.
"You'd never have to hitch hike in the rain again. You'd have a great car, a nice house, all the sex you could ever want.....drugs..."
At this point I should clarify that at that time, if I had actually known this guy and knew him to be trustworthy I would have probably taken him up on his offer. As it was I had no idea if he were just looking for a quick lay, or if he were a serial killer, or what. There was a definite weirdness about him that was setting off all sorts of mental alarms. The Flake Radar was a bright red...
I muttered non-commitally, hoping he'd give it up, but he kept on till he stopped at the market at Baldwin and Indianwood roads to get cigarettes. I took that opportunity to bail out of the car and run as fast as I could accross a corn field that is now a subdivision. Big droplets of rain were beginning to fall and I made my way to an old barn that looked to offer some shelter. I had no idea if he would follow or not, but I bet against it and I was right.
For hours I sat in the barn soaking up the stale stench of long-departed farm animals. The storm raged outside, and I dozed till early evening.
After I woke and the storm passed I trudged through muddy fields and backroads the rest of the way home.