Old Dirty Bastard

I massaged a decrepit old man, and the massage went okay. At the end of the massage, I said, "Okay, we're finished. I will meet you in the front." I headed toward the door. He called my name. I glanced back to see what he needed, and he was reaching into the sheet, touching on his privates. I turned around, acted like I didn't see or hear him, and left the room. Goodness.

I'm surprised someone damn near a hundred thinks he can still get it on. He had NO muscle-tone whatsoever. Rubbing his glutes, wait, he had no glutes... It was more like rubbing flabby skin over a greater trochanter. I could feel the actual pelvis and not just the hip area. I could feel the whole pelvis. It was frightening.

His foot had a big, ugly ulceration or something. I asked what it was and he said it was a callous. I had never seen a flaky, purplish-red callous before. It didn't even look flesh-colored. It looked like it had bled a few times in the past. I guessed it was a bedsore, but it wasn't.

Earlier in the day, this stupid ass Korean lady came up to me and said, "I want to talk to you." I said, "Okay." She took me outside and said, "I want you to put your signature here," and pointed to the bottom of a blank sheet of paper. I was like, "NO." She looked at me like I was crazy and said, "WHY???" I said, "I'm not stupid. I don't sign my name on blank papers. That's just plain stupid." She understood.

I told my mom and my aunt, both Koreans, both know her. My mom was like, "She's a crazy sonovabitch. Don't talk to her." I was dying.