I met a friend several years ago for dinner and a few drinks, at a restaurant in a bad part of town. We had our dinner and were just catching up on our lives, when out of the blue, our waitress came over to check on us and told us to look across the street. Across the street there stood  a run down hotel and a couple of women who we were about to discover, were pedaling themselves to whoever drove up. Business was booming on that night. I know that because once our eyes were opened up to what was going on, I could not look away. Customer after customer after customer, and the waitress told us it had been like that for hours.

In my heart I was wondering about the lonely lives connected to those transactions and the toll about to be exacted. The waitress had also let us in on another secret, We were watching the vice squad working hard and keeping us safe from lonely men by luring them into a compromising situation. Up would come the unmarked car, lights on, and off the poor slob would go. Guilty.

Was justice being served? I don’t know. The whole thing just made me feel bad.

I feel the same way as I did on that night, every time I hear anything new come out on General Flynn. Think what you want, but I think the whole thing is dirty, just like the rest of Washington. If ghosts were real, I think our first president would haunt that place until they took his name off such a hell hole.

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