Dear Binda,

I know you’re going to be shocked so here goes:

Last night I interviewed a prostitute in Central Park. We sat on a bench near Bethesda fountain and I asked her very innocuous questions. I paid her for her time.

I’m telling you this Binda because I have never listened better until that moment. I can see, hear, taste, touch better. I catch things earlier. I listen to prostitutes like their human beings. It makes me feel like a human being.