Hey Keith Richards!
CAROL
I met Carol walking to my car during the start of a snowstorm. I had been up two days with an eightball of blow, and was walking from a strip club that was just called "Go Go" I think, it was an all black club, practically. Carol was leaning against the wall of a McDonalds. When I get drunk I make really bad jokes, so I was blathering continually while we drove to the
Desolation Row Apts. Where the heat pipes moan and groan and hiss nonstop. Carol liked Heroin. While we were lying in bed, she put the ashtray on her belly, and my cigarette fell off and almost start a brushfire down there. We were so stoned it took a while to realize it. I drove home and the snow storm turned into a blizzard and on my third day without sleep I found myself stranded in a parking lot near work, and luckily caught a ride home with a friend who had four wheel drive,
Date two I found her walking in the park near the strip clubs and we drove to her room accross the river. She was a tad dopesick,and of course I was drunk, so as we lay there at the beginning I started brushing her hair back from her face with my hand like you'd do a sick kid. Carol was Lebanese, she had a little ski-jump nose, but she could be quite beautiful at times. When we got into "doing it" Diane whipped the
snappin gyro on me. For those that don't know, thats when the women milks your cock with her pussy muscles and she was quite the pro at it, I didn't know what was going on. Later I went into the bathroom for some quiet time and she came up behind me and squeezed a zit on my face while I was looking in the mirror. This could have been un-nerving, but the way she did it was very intimate or something, it put me off. We were standing back in the room after that about 4 feet apart just looking at each other. and the heat from her crotch was bathing my legs in heat, like standing next to an oil stove. This was surreal to me and she was just staring into my eyes. This was way too much for me, I drove her back to town in silence and let her off near the park.
I saw her a few more times and her heroin habit started getting the best of her, she got sores on her wonderful legs, and that really got to me. Then things started to get really twisted. One time we went through a McDonalds Drive-Thru and I poured an entire cup of scalding hot coffee on my crotch. She started mailing in the blowjobs, we'd both be watching
Wheel of Fortune on TV while she was sucking my dick. As Sex became less desirable, we'd get high together. After doing Dilaudid, I wrecked my car. Another time we did some boy(heroin) and she kept saying I'd get more for my money with a needle so I said OK. I woke up later and didn't realize I had stopped breathing. She did CPR on me. I started to think our relationship was haunted, it turns out her Dad gave me a halfgallon of Jack Daniels for Christmas at work. Too weird. She killed me one more time, I had to drive her to my house once when she wouldn't wake up, and finally when I got Diane, my coke whore to score for me, at that exact time Carol got arrested for her second time. Selling Heroin She got 3 to 9 in jail, and they said she got fat. She still haunts me.
I used to have hundreds of photos of me with prostitutes, but in a moment of righteousness I threw them out.