Dirty Sex…by Dirty Girl
Smack dab in the middle of my homeless meth addicted life was a bar called the “420″.
Ground zero for every tweeker, thief, hooker, dealer, liar and scammer. We spend our days and nights in and around this bar.
On a Saturday afternoon in the miserable heat of summer I’m at the bar looking for something, but it will find me. This tall gorgeous new comer, shaved head, tattoos, he was so HOT and he set his sights on me. He bought me some drinks and he had a fat sack of dope. He was aksing where he could get some new points. Well, Ive got some new points, so lets go get high.
Down by the river in the woods, not far away, dope in hand, oh what a wonderful day. We got to the woods next to the river, we straddled a log with our feet in the water. We mixed up our hits and shot one another.
Oh fuck!
Too much?
Coughing and choking, that was so huge. Im not used to that much. The outside temperature felt like it went up 50 degrees and my head felt like it burst into flames. I am so high, euphoric at last. My brain is scattered.
What to do next?
Oh yeah, thats right. Time to pay the piper, I hope it doesn’t take all night.
We tore off our clothes and crawled under some bushes. We lay naked on the dirt. The ground was rough and hard and it really did hurt. We fucked like mad animals. We were covered with scratches, bruises and dirt. The sweat pouring off of us, Stinging our scratches and raw knees. I hope this is over soon. I don’t like wasting my high on dope induced sex. Ive got tweeking to do.
He left me there alone and went on his way. I washed in the river and dried in the air.
Where to now?
What to do next?
Id hate myself if I wasn’t so high. He bought the dope, but I paid much more. My currency was my body. I am a bag whore.
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