Money's been tight lately. Real tight.
No, REAL tight.
Complicating matters, my car's "Service Engine Soon" light came on last week. I pulled it into the mechanic to get it fixed, and was charged in excess of $150, the last of my money. I thanked them, got back in the car...
...and the "Service Engine Soon" light was still on.
It remains brightly lit, a constant reminder of future pain, and the car has been making noises that suggest explosion is just around the corner.
I have amassed excessive credit card debt. I've got writing work "in the pipeline" but getting the actual money has been taking forever. Christmas is two weeks away. I really have no choice.
I am going to be a sperm donor.
I know I've talked about this before, but always in joking terms. It is really happening, Monday morning, 8AM. I passed the online portion and tomorrow I find out if my boys can swim. I'm just as curious as you as to how the whole procedure works so I'll give you a report on Tuesday. For now, let me just share a phone conversation I had on Friday night.
WOMAN: Hello Patrick! We're so happy you've decided to donate with us!
ME: Oh. Uh-huh.
WOMAN: Can you do Monday morning?
ME: Yup.
WOMAN: And have you...abstained?
ME: Abstained?
WOMAN: From...ejaculation?
ME: Oh! Um. Well, how long do I have to have abstained for?
WOMAN: Well...did you ejaculate today?
ME: (long pause) Yes ma'm.
WOMAN: What time?
ME: (long pause) What time is it now?
WOMAN: Almost 7.
ME: Let me think. (Think Pat, think. Got off work at 4:30, home at 5:15...that means...) 6PM.
WOMAN: Oh. OK. So very recently then?
ME: (sadly) Yes.
WOMAN: OK, well you just have to have abstained for no less than 48 and no more than 72 hours. So as long as you don't ejaculate from now until your appointment, you'll be fine. Will that be possible?
ME: (Fuck no! Are you kidding? That's like asking Picasso not to paint!) Yes ma'm.
WOMAN: Excellent, we'll see you Monday morning Patrick!
This is going to be interesting, friends. I'll keep you posted.
I understand no less than 48, but why no more than 72? Does semen grow
stale?
Pat,
Yeah, jeez. Don't get me wrong, I am unbelievably proud about asking my
parents for any sort of financial help, but if it's a choice between that
and the chance of running into a little me-clone twenty years down the
road, Pop's getting a call fast. Like, ninja-fast.
I can't wait for the report.
how much money could you actually be getting? can't you just be a starbucks
barrista on the weekend?
GREAT idea Jill! I think they have a better benefits plan than I do.... And
Pat-- isn't it a little unnerving that you might actually have (indirectly)
fathered a child in 9 mos?
Pat,
M. Kemper makes a good point. So if they ask, and it happens that it has
been more than 72 hours since you unleashed the hounds, what do they do?
Politely ask you to take advantage of yourself and then set the date for
two days from then?
Mike - don't you have finals to be studying for? Or is sperm donation one
of your classes this semester?
I'm no Starbucks expert, but I'm pretty sure the barrista job involves less
ejaculation.
what does your mom think? you know shes reading this right now!
I am a former Starbucks barista, and you are entirely incorrect. Never did
it myself, but there is some Fight Club shit that goes on when people send
back a latte.
Thanks Jackson, that is good to know. If there is one thing I dislike more
than coffee it is semen (*ahem* let's not get into how I know this). In any
case I don't think I'll be going to a Starbucks anytime soon.
Hi Daddy! It's me, Baby Pat! I need money! Help a brotha out!
Pat's doing a public service. How else are lesbian couples gonna conceive?
After all, David Crosby is only one man.
Pat, there's an open call for contestants to be on that game show 1 vs 100
late Tuesday afternoon in Culver City.
How much does sperm selling pay? Isn't there an LA equivalent to Gateway?
A medical experiment with a possible side effect of death sounds like a
better idea than an unidentified baby Pat growing up with lesbian parents.
There's got to be a better way.