One day, when I was ten years old visiting my grandparents in the Riverdale section of the Bronx, I ran into Eliot Spitzer on the street.
"Hey Mr. Spitzer. What are ya up to?"
"Definitely not going to see a 5'5" petit very pretty brunette American prostitute named Kristin (or Kristen). Not sure if it's with an "i" or an "e," I've seen it spelled both ways."
As I walked away confused, I thought, 'That's a weird thing to say.'
In retrospect, I could have stopped it those many years ago. But I failed. I failed Eliot Spitzer. I failed his family. I failed the state of New York. And I failed America. It's all my fault.
2 comments:
Why does the prostitute's name have to be Kristi/en?
Why are you blowing my cover! I had to work to put food on the table in the 80's... Reagan-omics, remember??g
This scandal is a blow to everyone named Kristi/en, in addition to Jews from the Bronx, people named Eliot, people named Spitzer, prostitiution ring prosecuters, New York Democrats, and 5'5" petit very pretty brunette prosititutes.
Oh Eliot Spitzer, you have a shamed (a very specific portion of) a nation.
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