Be a friend to thyself, and others will be so, too.---Thomas Fuller
My crack motel room roommate Creepy went to bed with all the lights on in his room tonight. Apparently he's afraid the wino violence I was recently involved in will spill over from the Arco gas station to the Motel Marquis. Silly man. It's the other way around.
I went for a midnight stroll in the fog. Cabbage Patch was leaning against her lamp post.
"Heard you kicked ass tonight," she said, grinning.
"Where'd ya hear that?"
"S'out ona street. You do that?"
"A wayward ho, a wayward le, a pirate I shall always be. Arrrrr arrrrrr arrrrrr."
"I heard THAT. Good fer you, Popeye."
Even $10 street walking crack whores don't like rude winos.
There's a new crack ho working the sidewalk in front of the motel: a cute 18/19 year-old Latina. A white Toyota pickup pulled up in front of the motel and dropped her off.
I had the $10, but last night I saw the same john drop streetwalker Marie off and the night before Cabbage Patch and the night before that really raggedy blonde and I lost my appetite. The chain chain chain of hoes was just too much reality for me to get much bang out my ten bucks.
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