DAY 96

It just gets weirder. This morning I did a reading for a dwarf. At first I thought she was a little kid and wondered what kind of jerk would bring his child to Adams Morgan at that hour of the morning. But she appreciated the reading and was not drunk or high, unlike the last dwarf I hustled.

I figured dwarves need readings, too, and dwarf money is as good as any other money (although it was her normal-sized friend who paid) and it’s not as though I tossed her. I would only toss a consenting dwarf – there is nothing worse than a reluctant dwarf, all that screaming and those little arms and legs flailing…