Chapter 2
I don't remember the last time I read something other than street signs or a phone book map to figure out where the hell I ended up. But who can read books anyway. It's strange to miss something like reading or writing. I wonder ig I'm too tweeked to stand still very long tonight. I wonder where "Gabriel" is, perhaps he found enough money to stay some place. I don't know how they do it sometimes. I'd rather date than get my ass beat stealing shit. Or at least get my ass beat less.
10 till 1:00, good enough. Maybe it will be just Angel and me on this street. The last thing I need is some new little bitch trying to get my dates. They just piss and moan about how bad things are when they have no idea of what bad is. They usually have bigger tits than I do, a little more meat to them. Although I'm still better than some. They take too long talking and shit to the Johns. I can turn double the tricks in the same time. The guys are all the same, as soon as they get off they are done for. They want you gone as soon as they get what they are after. I hate when they want you to stick around and expect you to listen to their sob stories. Fuck, if you got money to pay me you ain't that bad off. Always the same story too, about unhappiness and broken hearts. There is no such thing as happiness anyway.
"Candy!" a voice calls out to me. I turn around knowing the voice. "Hi Angel", I reply flatly. "Hows business?" "Oh ok. Look!" as she flashes her hot pink nails at me. "Where'd that come from?" "Walgreens on 2nd." "Cutting back are we?", I joke. "No." she laughs, "not even if I wanted to...and I don't." It just means a 5 finger discount. For us, small theft is just as regular as going to the store and paying for stuff is to "normal" people. "I can do yours too. I'm really good." "Ok." as I sit down on the steps of the empty store front. I like working here, no one to chase you off because you are making the place "look bad". "I'd do a better job if I wasn't shivering but maybe this way you won't smudge it." "It is November.", I reply pulling my skirt down as far as I can. I would be nice to have some pantyhose, but they never last long.
"Hi girls." Muffy says as she struts up to us. I actually forget what her name is, so I just call her Muffy cause she is a kept girl. Her pimp will buy her stuff, granted she puts out whenever he feels like it. I suppose that is the case today as she snuggles into her blue satin top to be sure we notice it. I'm guessing it came from the nice thrift shop over on Clark. I bet she could afford 3 pairs of pantyhose. "Ooo, nail polish, but I like mine better anyway." as she looks at her long purple nails. "Where are you working tonight anyway?" I say ignoring her usual bullshit, it wasn't that long aso that she was a girl just like us. Her face changes from a smile to a look of annoyance likely cause I refuse to mention how she looks. "The gas station 6 blocks down." she replies. Good, I don't have to deal with her self-righteous shit. She does ice just like the rest of us. Other than Jamie, her thing is smack. I don't know how she can make money when she is out cold all the time, eyes in the back of her head and what not. At least I can stay up all the time and work. "Great." Angel says with disgust as the lamp post light switches off above us. You obviously can't make money when no one can see what you are selling.
We stand up to move as Muffy follows us. Perhaps hoping she could get us to talk about her some more. I stop under the nearest lit light and give her a cold blank stare. She takes out a cigarette and lights it. She hold it near her face, wrist bent like she thinks she is some kind of movie star or something. I roll my eyes without even thinking about it. "I'll see you girls later." she says as she turns around and walks like she is the hottest thing on the block. Some days I could just push her in front of traffic.
I don't remember the last time I read something other than street signs or a phone book map to figure out where the hell I ended up. But who can read books anyway. It's strange to miss something like reading or writing. I wonder ig I'm too tweeked to stand still very long tonight. I wonder where "Gabriel" is, perhaps he found enough money to stay some place. I don't know how they do it sometimes. I'd rather date than get my ass beat stealing shit. Or at least get my ass beat less.
10 till 1:00, good enough. Maybe it will be just Angel and me on this street. The last thing I need is some new little bitch trying to get my dates. They just piss and moan about how bad things are when they have no idea of what bad is. They usually have bigger tits than I do, a little more meat to them. Although I'm still better than some. They take too long talking and shit to the Johns. I can turn double the tricks in the same time. The guys are all the same, as soon as they get off they are done for. They want you gone as soon as they get what they are after. I hate when they want you to stick around and expect you to listen to their sob stories. Fuck, if you got money to pay me you ain't that bad off. Always the same story too, about unhappiness and broken hearts. There is no such thing as happiness anyway.
"Candy!" a voice calls out to me. I turn around knowing the voice. "Hi Angel", I reply flatly. "Hows business?" "Oh ok. Look!" as she flashes her hot pink nails at me. "Where'd that come from?" "Walgreens on 2nd." "Cutting back are we?", I joke. "No." she laughs, "not even if I wanted to...and I don't." It just means a 5 finger discount. For us, small theft is just as regular as going to the store and paying for stuff is to "normal" people. "I can do yours too. I'm really good." "Ok." as I sit down on the steps of the empty store front. I like working here, no one to chase you off because you are making the place "look bad". "I'd do a better job if I wasn't shivering but maybe this way you won't smudge it." "It is November.", I reply pulling my skirt down as far as I can. I would be nice to have some pantyhose, but they never last long.
"Hi girls." Muffy says as she struts up to us. I actually forget what her name is, so I just call her Muffy cause she is a kept girl. Her pimp will buy her stuff, granted she puts out whenever he feels like it. I suppose that is the case today as she snuggles into her blue satin top to be sure we notice it. I'm guessing it came from the nice thrift shop over on Clark. I bet she could afford 3 pairs of pantyhose. "Ooo, nail polish, but I like mine better anyway." as she looks at her long purple nails. "Where are you working tonight anyway?" I say ignoring her usual bullshit, it wasn't that long aso that she was a girl just like us. Her face changes from a smile to a look of annoyance likely cause I refuse to mention how she looks. "The gas station 6 blocks down." she replies. Good, I don't have to deal with her self-righteous shit. She does ice just like the rest of us. Other than Jamie, her thing is smack. I don't know how she can make money when she is out cold all the time, eyes in the back of her head and what not. At least I can stay up all the time and work. "Great." Angel says with disgust as the lamp post light switches off above us. You obviously can't make money when no one can see what you are selling.
We stand up to move as Muffy follows us. Perhaps hoping she could get us to talk about her some more. I stop under the nearest lit light and give her a cold blank stare. She takes out a cigarette and lights it. She hold it near her face, wrist bent like she thinks she is some kind of movie star or something. I roll my eyes without even thinking about it. "I'll see you girls later." she says as she turns around and walks like she is the hottest thing on the block. Some days I could just push her in front of traffic.