The Escort Page #7

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Nothing to tell

if nothing's going on, right?

Look, man, I can just talk

to her about things

that I can't talk about

with just anyone.

What's that mean, you can't

talk to me about stuff?

She doesn't judge me, man.

Mitch, I don't judge.

I observe,

and I think it's great

that you got a new buddy,

but why not bond with someone

who's into World of Warcraft

or Sudoku or water parks?

Anything other

than sex with dudes for money.

That's dangerous.

What are you--

why are you standing?

You call me over here

to help you build a desk,

and I'm doing all the work.

I help you sometimes.

When?

Like last week,

I gave you a fully loaded iPod.

That was a first generation

with a bunch of Celtic music

on it.

I don't even know

what I'm gonna do with that.

Listen to it.

Go for a f***ing jog.

- I ca--

- It's very rousing music.

- Where are you going?

- You know what?

Like, every time

we hang out,

all you do is just

point out my problems.

Well, here's your problem, man.

You're an a**hole.

I don't feel the need to

tell you that every single day.

No--Mitch.

I can't do

these kinds of things!

- Hey, you ready?

- Yeah.

What is this?

Uh, why don't you

have a seat, Mitch?

We just want to talk to you.

Uh, about what?

Mitch, take seat.

Or you can stand, if you're

more comfortable like that.

This is--

this is for you, so...

Why is Junior here?

Why--why is my landlord here?

They needed me

for unlock apartment.

I ask what for.

They tell me.

I am here to support.

What did they tell you?

That you have a problem

that's been taking over

your life for years.

Even though you think

you don't hurt people, you do.

So, JP,

you've staged an intervention?

There--there's four people here.

Typically there--

there's more than four.

Well, that's--that's part

of the problem.

These are the only people

that cared enough to show up.

You couldn't even get

Allie here?

No, Thursday tennis lessons

that she missed last week,

which turned into this thing--

JP told me about the sex app

thing or whatever.

This is just

getting out of hand, son.

Mitch, you have to stop

the drinking.

It hurts the people you love

who love you back so much.

I'm, uh, not an alcoholic.

Drugs.

That's even worse.

- My son is addicted to sex.

- What?

I think we got it

from here, bud.

Thank you.

Son, I think it's time

that you get serious

about getting some real help.

I'm sorry, you say

he's addicted to sex

as if it's a bad thing?

We all care

about you, Mitch.

We all just want

to see you get better.

Em, what have I ever

done to you?

Whenever I have plans

to visit you,

you cancel last minute.

You've been home, like, four

weekends in the past two years.

You always say

you're there for me,

but you're never actually there.

Mitchell, it doesn't matter

how you ended up here.

The important thing

is where you go from here.

How I ended up here?

You want to use

this weak-ass intervention

to figure out

how I ended up here?

- Krystal says--

- F*** Krystal.

Hell, I'm surprised

you're even here.

Shouldn't you be out

walking the Great Wall

or hanging out with some

energy healing voodoo master?

But you know what I do remember?

I remember

my high school graduation,

you not being there 'cause

you had f***ing Burning Man.

- No, Mitch--

- This is bullshit, JP.

- Mitch?

- Come on, man.

We didn't even--this was just

the intro part.

This sex app--

how you search?

Sex? Sex app?

Just--

No, you just--

you have a ton of apps.

I know.

All right,

I'm gonna head out there.

I'm here if you need me.

All right.

What is the deal?

What?

Nothing.

Nothing?

You were acting weird

on the way over here,

and now you're not even

looking at me.

I'm fine.

Does this have anything

to do with the other night?

I don't give a sh*t

about that.

Hey, I--I said

not on the lips.

I said not on the lips.

Hey. I can't.

- Just--

- Hey.

Jesus, the waiters here

get creepier every day.

Mitch, I can

handle this, okay?

Wait, you know this guy?

Hey, buddy, I think

you better leave.

Look, I've got a better idea.

Maybe you

and your f*ggot necklace

could get the f*** out

of my face,

and later on I'll take a picture

of me f***ing your friend,

so you have something

to jerk off to.

Hey. Mitch, stop it!

Stop it!

Mitch!

Hey, hey!

Get the f*** out of here!

All that's gone

And there's nothing left

Nothing left for me

But bitterness

Frustration

False relation

You know, you should really

lock your door

if you don't want

people barging in.

Since when do you give a sh*t

about protecting me?

That's what you wanted, right?

You wanted protection.

You wanted someone

to care about you,

so that's exactly

what I gave you.

Oh, don't give me that.

You're using me just like

everybody else does,

but it's

for your magazine article

and to con your Dad

into giving you money.

And you're perfect?

You became a hooker

because you bragged

about f***ing a bunch

of guys in college.

You know, you could say

that Victoria's

just a character

that you play,

but you like this job.

You revel in it.

You're comfortable in it

because you're in control.

You dictate the terms.

You don't have to worry

about being rejected

by a bunch of guys

who just want

to come all over you.

And you're just a sad person

who revels

in his own self-loathing.

I'll end the debate

for you right now, Mitch.

You're not a sex addict.

You're just

an emotionally crippled child

with low self-esteem

who uses sex

to numb his feelings.

Your problem isn't sex.

Your problem is reality.

Sex is just

your pathetic f***ing Band-Aid.

You exhaust me

you know

Bellowing black

exhaust pipe smoke

And the smut won't wash

From this

unsuitable immigrant skin

Such a villainous grace

I don't know

what you've done to your face

Some nights

I can't figure out

Quite where your heart is

Oh, Los Angeles, be kind

No more trouble

or red lights

I can learn to love you

in due time

Oh, Los Angeles, be kind

You asked me

for an opportunity.

I didn't have to give you

a chance, and I did,

and now you're telling me

you have this great story

and you can't write it?

I guess

that's accurate, yeah.

Huh. Okay.

That's it?

You're not mad?

Mad?

F*** do I care?

I've got two writers

out there

who'd club a baby seal

for the job.

Well, look,

I could write something else.

I'd just need

a little bit more time.

I make my decision

at the end of the week.

Oh.

All right, well, uh,

thanks for the opportunity.

Hey, it's none of my business,

but when you came in here,

you were hungry.

You were inspired.

I mean,

you really wanted this job.

It's, what, just not important

to you anymore?

No, it still is.

If you are a journalist,

you write.

If you can do anything else,

you do anything else.

If you're stuck,

go back to the heart.

Go back to what inspired you

in the first place, you know,

- what really got you--

Oh, I've got to take this.

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