The Tired Businessman

More common than any other person you see on the train going home at night is the tired businessman. Different from the mid-tier businessman, the fatigued, ragged kind has lost his lust for making money. It comes so naturally to him now, like breathing or masturbating, that it holds little allure.

His air on the train is one of defeat; he’s made too many deals, sold too many souls to ever be excited by the prospect of anything again. He’s resigned to his Midtown existence, which has become so predictable to him now, the only occasional joy he gets is from banging a hooker at the W Hotel on his lunch break. Then, he goes home around 7 or 8, not wanting to return to his Williamsburg condo where his much younger wife will have ordered expensive takeout for dinner. He will then repeat the process again, just like Ernold Same.