From the drugged out whore series, here's "Jeannie" the last whore I fucked many a year ago, now. Sigh. I knew here off and on throughout my alcohol/whore/drug decade, and the last time I saw her ...after months of begging and debating to get me some anal, she finally offered up her little butt and I couldn't get hard enough to destroy it.
Jeannie had grown up in the area, she said drugs saved her life, she had tried to kill herself when she was a teen. Her Mom had been a whore, and her brother used to feel her up or else he'd tell Dad she had been smoking. Jeannie looked like a kid, a little boy in fact, she was so skinny she had no titties at all. Being that thin made her pussy look gigantic, though, her "money-shot" was bending over so that huge gnarly cunt cancelled out any other thoughts a hetero guy might have. She could hardly read, a true tragic figure that drew her closer to me. In a tragic way.
At the end she had "a place" where I could usually find her, she was on the 3rd floor of Mr Bill's place, a den of iniquity for the terminal crowd. At this time I was heavily dosed on all kinds of anti-depressants, and selling off everything I had. I'd bring Jeannie boxes of stuff I'd shoplifted, and she'd trade it to Mr Bill for Crack. The house was a home for many characters, sometimes drama. For a chick with alot of problems she sure had alot of boyfriends, some might surprise you. One time we went out to score some crack, and at the drug block she'd yell out the window, which wasn't cool. When I saw her walking back across the street, I zipped out of the Safeway parking lot, picked her up, and we darted out onto the street in my car. In the rear view mirror I saw an undercover cop with a .38 drawn running after me. C'est la Vie. The cops usually didn't want to bust a white civilian, I guess it made the natives restless at the Jail. I only got busted once with two black girls in my van, I paid like 25 bucks and that was it. That's why Jeannie having a place of her own was good,it got me off the street. One young black girl who lived near there had the softest little ass she'd let me squeeze, she wanted to steal me away. Sometimes I'd be half passed out in the corner while a parade of whores would come to visit and trade drugs and swag. Funny. Anyway, I hadn't seen her in a little while and heard she died, so I went to see Mr Bill and he said she died unexpectedly, maybe even suspicially at the hospital for some procedure. Her Mom didn't even come for her, and it was a sad ending to a sad life.
Here's the only pic I have from her, her apartment window, bad quality. The other pic is a girl who lived in the besement, she looks like alot of the whores I fucked. Sometimes I would get really smashed and take photos, back before digital, and when I got the photos back from the one-hour photo store I couldn't believe What I fucked. NASTY. I guess I'm lucky I survived at all.
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