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"I walked out of the bar, The Silver Token if you gotta know, into the cool of 1 AM. No, I didn't have a fuckin' watch so yeah it could have been give or take 15 minutes.
"So anyway I walked out of the bar and she came up to me. Blonde, tall in high heels she couldn't walk right in - average without them. Nice tits; a decent handful and not too saggy. Yeah I could fuckin' tell man. I could tell because she wasn't wearing much more than a face cloth and a memory.
"So she comes up to me in late-night heat and says, 'Lonely hun?'.
"I thought about it for a second then said, 'No, but make me an offer'. I mean fuck it right? I wanted to get some and if I'd tried down the street I might have gone home alone. 'Sides the Fox wants too much for a beer.
"'You a cop? You have to tell me if you are.' She said.
"'No, I'm not and I wouldn't tell you anyway. How much?'
"No they fuckin' don't man. How do you think the street heat gets away with it? They don't have to say shit and even if they did it comes down to who the man in black is gonna believe.
"She told me 60 bucks straigh but I talked her down to 40. Shit yeah, I had $300 in my pocket but that's not the point. Never pay a whore what they ask man; if they'll fuck you for 60 they'll fuck you for 40. Why waste 20 bucks right?
"So she tells me her name is Charmane or Sherrane or some such shit and asks me if I got a place - all cooing at me and shit eh.
"Well. I wasn't gonna take her to my place - one bedroom and three other guys flaked out around. And I sure as fuck wasn't gonna spring for a hotel. 'No', I said, 'don't you?' She didn't like that.
"'Come on honey, you'vee got to sleep somewhere.' She says slidin' up on me and grabbin' at my scrote.
"'Yeah, I sleep with my fuckin' wife and she ain't that understanding. Either you've got a place or I find someone else.'
"She looked up and down the street and didn't see a single swingin' dick that didn't have a pair of tits in tow. She frowned and said, '50 bucks.'
"Fuckin' crack-whores man, always lookin' for an edge. 'Cuz I know alright! No, it couldn't have been junk. Because asshole, unless she'd been shootinmg it straight into her box I would have seen the tracks. I fuckin' TOLD you man she was wearing a band-aid and a smile - and I don't fuck pincushions.
"So I said, 'If you've got your own wraps I'll go 45 but if I gotta buy them I stay at 40.' She said she had her own so we settled on 45. Well fuck man I was drunk - and besides I was still 15 bucks up on the bitch. She didn't live too far away so I dropped a 5 on a cab.
"Man what a fuckin' dump! The steps outside were only half there and the front looked like an outhouse on a steroid binge. Fuck! The inside was worse. The drunks were fighting a losing battle against the roaches for hall-space. I mean my place fuckin' sucks man, but this place...shit.
"She took me down the hall a bit and openned a door so thin it may as well have not even been there. Before she let me in she asked for the money so I laid it on her because, where was she gonna go with it right?
"As soon as she turned on the light I noticed two things right off - the place was spotless man, I mean not spot fucking one and I noticed the crib in the corner. I wouldn't have noticed the crib except that the kid in it started fucking screaming as soon as we stepped in.
"I looked around man. The beat to shit lump she used as a bed was made. The dishes were done and sitting out to dry. There weren't no scraps of fuckin' brillo or pipes or tubes or nothin' man. Bitch might have been a lot of things but a crack-whore she wasn't.
"I couldn't put it together man, so I asked her, 'Why?'
"'Daniel's got to eat.' She said dropping the face-cloth and leaving the memory behind.
"Fuuuuck man, I mean, I looked at her and then I looked at the kid and, what could I do? I fucked her quick and got out of there even fucking quicker. You'd have done the same man, I mean the bitch already had the cash so I was getting laid but I had to make it quick - the kid wouldn't quit fuckin' bawling.
"What a waste of 45 fucking dollars."
But would I be a good Messiah with my low self-esteem? / If I don't believe in myself would that be blasphemy? - The Bloodhound Gang Hell Yeah