I went to India ten or so years ago in search of spiritual guidance. I remember thinking, so what, this guy meditated on top of a mountain for years. Sounds pretty nice. Not a ton of fun, mind you, but it’s certainly easier to maintain a peaceful and enlightened attitude on a mountain doing nothing than it is sitting in your car on any given day and at any given moment in Los Angeles. Or fuck that. How about telling a client for the fifth time that no, he cannot touch between your legs and that yes, I can feel him trying. I’m not a fuckin doll. I do have nerve endings!