Crack Whores

2005-04-24T22:04:00.000-07:00

What is the big deal about crack?

'Twas the night before Friday, when all through the houseNot a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;The stockings were hung by neon light,In hopes that my sugar daddy soon would be there;The cat and dog were nestled all snug in their beds,While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;And Anita in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,Had just settled down for a long summers nap,When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.Away to the window I flew like a flash,Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen glass Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,But a crack whore, and my Kenwood CD deck,With a little screw driver, so lively and quick,I knew in a moment it must be corky the crack whore.More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Tina! now, Mary Jane! now, heroin and Crank!On, Acid! on E! on, Speed and Coke!To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,So up to the crack house the coursers they flew,With his arms full of my shit, and a smile too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the sidewalk outside The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,Down the street Corky the crack whore came with a bound.He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;A bundle of goods he had flung on his back,And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,And the upper lip was as white as the snow;The stump of a glass pipe he held tight in his teeth,And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;He had a broad face and a little round belly,That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of government jelly.

He was skinny and trashy, a right jolly old elf,And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,Soon gave me to know I had nothing ;He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,And filled all his pockets; then turned with a jerk,And laying his finger aside of his nose,And giving a snort, up the road he rose;He sprang to his bike, to his team gave a whistle,And away he flew like the down of a thistle.But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,"Fuck you all, I steal your shit for a living!"

2005-04-24T22:01:00.000-07:00

Matty

Sunday Bloody Sunday

2005-04-24T15:59:00.000-07:00

Have you ever embrassed a friend and thought nothing could change the way you feel about that person? Only to realize you are on the edge of your friendship bridge with a gas can. I can tolerate almost any person I come in contact with no matter what the situation. This one has been a challenge.

When I allow someone to be part of my whole life I accept resposibilty of taking on theirs. Working through the bull shit and drama so I can focus on the good fruit in the basket. But when my wheaties are pissed in it is time to pull out the purse and take care of business. I am not afraid to tell anyone when the have wronged me, hurt me or betrayed me! You have to go around with the popper scooper and say no more.

Today will be an interesting day when I tell my friend that I can no longer live with him. That his 3:00 am tricks and never ending list of friends in my living room are done. My nights of restless sleep and imitation eye bags are over. I am an indivual that needs to be treated with respect and courtisey.

I hope to be able to walk away and still have an intact bridge. If I can't then bring your old papers you have been needing to shred and we can have a little fire.

SNAFU

Crack Whores

Sunday Bloody Sunday