Be Who You Are

Some guys are stoic. Some guys wear their emotions on their sleeves. But there is always that one guy who is inappropriate. The guy who is funny at the age of twelve, disgusting at the age of twenty, and an embarrassment at the age of forty-four. But yet, these are the guys that everyone gravitates to -- it's the guy that gets the girl and runs Wall Street. It's the guy that has "that" apartment in the city that makes your eyes glisten, your heart race, and your wallet quiver. We all say we'll never be that guy, but yet we all want to be that guy.

Freddy wants to be that guy. He orders his latte at the local Starbucks outside his apartment in Flushing. Hops on the 7 train and ends up in Times Square. As he gets out into the 44th Street race to 9th Avenue he picks up a Chai Latte at another Starbucks. By the time he gets to work, his heart is racing even faster, and his pockets are a little lighter. He shows his identification to the security guard at the front desk, makes a little smile with the edge of his mouth, and drops the usual, "Have you heard the one about the Jew and the Priest?" After lefts and rights through various mirrored corridors, he comes to the elevator that will take him to the 67th floor. In the elevator, he glances to the left at Mr. Stephenson, the company CEO, "Last night was rough, came home and my wife told me I smelled just like the strip club. Can you believe these women?" The doors open and Mr. Stephenson goes left, while Freddy goes right.

Freddy unlocks the door to his office, takes off his coat, undoes his tie, and sits down on the stool as he finishes his second latte. He puts on his uniform, attaches, the ring of fifty or so keys to his belt, exchanges his Prada shoes for some work boots, and heads out the door. Mop in one hand, Windex in the other, and a mind of inappropriate dreams.


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