Another Esoterotica piece. The closing line was a little ribbing of a fellow performer who’s written before about being turned on by vehicles.
Nocturnal Admissions 3: Gear Head
by Zach B
She sat across from me, worrying at the ends of her hair like she usually did when anxious.
“I told you at the last appointment I’d started seeing somebody. But I had to break it off with him,” she said.
“I’m sorry. Do you want to talk about it?”
She sighed and trailed her gaze around on the carpet.
“We got together in the first place because. . . well, you know how I’m really in to cars? Well this guy was like a character from Crash.”
“He had an offensively-simplified understanding of systemic racism?”
“No, I mean the other Crash. The one with James Spader.”
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