/lit/ - Literature

Critique my story /lit/:

One day I posted an ad on craigslist saying: bass player is looking for a post-punk band. A guy replied but he wasn't in a band. He was on time when we met at the w4th stop. As a gift he gave me an LP by The Sound. He was shy and brooding, he had twice my age and a shitty job but he was writing on pitchfork. He wanted to start a label and introduce me around. After not even six days the first emails and phone calls started:

"You see Nick, people are not their job, or the clothes that they wear, the shoes that they buy or the stuff that they have. That's why I don't recognize myself in this society: for me what's important are record, swimming in the oceans, humanity."

He would call himself a libertarian and dressed like a banker. He would only hang out with college kids. Sometimes he would try to talk about sex, I knew what he was trying to do so I would change the subject.

When he saw my place he was so embarrassed that he told me his family has a villa in the Hamptons. That he's well-off, more than well-off, that if he wanted he could stop working at any time.
"But you see Nick, people are not their job, or the clothes they wear and stuff they have. My father was a professor, when he died you should have how many telegrams we got, so many of them and so much gratitude!"

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I was on the train a couple of weeks ago. This woman is seating next to me reading fifty shades of gray. I glance at the page and this is what I read:

"Does this mean that you are going to make love to me tonight?"

<--- My face