Who gets high?

[sesame]

Originally Posted by jimnaseum

(Carol)She said she started as a massage therapist and beautician, and some super rich diplomats or foreign businessmen gave her tons of money to get it on. She was also a Taxi Driver and pulled tricks in her Taxi. She had three kids by different daddies and left them all at her parent's house, so I have no idea what really went on in her head. She "shot a nigger" once.

What a striking character! Really! Its someone's life, and not just a story! Come to think of it! Someone lived it! Wow! It gives me goosebumps!

I doubt anybody reforms in jail, not back then. I got sporadic reports about her from the other girls, but I can only guess what happened to her.

You didnt go ... see her when she was inside?

People talk about "The Corner" where all the action is. People are afraid they're going to miss something if they don't go. Lemme tell ya, those girls have some fantastic stories. The ACTION is intoxicating.

I dont know what you are talking about. What corner? A turning point?

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

You mean you almost died of overdose twice? What did you feel, blacked out? How did you react when she performed CPR on you... I mean she saved you, right?

Diane, she's half Indian.(American Indian?) She got stabbed to death by a guy named Big Red (his vanity plates) He wanted to fuck, she wanted to smoke rock. In another bizarre twist, it happened in a field right by my house. I read about it in the Metro section.

Was Big Red found guilty? Did he serve time? So, this Diane was not your crack dealer?

My crack dealer was a whore and got murdered. She said she didn't regret a thing, she had some great times, she had tons of friends and enemies.

I cant imagine your feelings when you found out that Diane was dead and lay so near to your place!

I should tell you about my Heroin dealer and how I died with her....twice.

Was it Diane or Carol? How did you die with her? Emotionally, like your heart is bleeding for your lost lovers? Or is it overdose and near death you are referring to?
My close schoolmate died in a 3 days viral fever! She was such a nice, frank and kind girl. I never could forget her. Another friend died under a Tram! Damn! He was a top class Break Dancer and amazingly athletic! During my Journeys in the wild, I almost died many times. Thrice I fell in ravines. Once I was near dead due to hunger! Another time, severe food poisoning. My stomach kept churning automatically for hours and lights began to fade out. I just cant forget those memories!

[jimnaseum]

Whew sesame!
No, I didn't see Carol inside, you don't fall in love with a whore period. I thought about it......Non Americans don't understand the rascism here, if you spent some time in an American jail you would. Jail Sucks.

THE CORNER is what they call the corner where they sell drugs. ten dollar rocks. the SEDUCTIVE corner where everybody meets or information is relayed. Where you go to get high. really high. Crazyhigh stupid high.

The first time I blacked out I didn't know it. My nose felt funny and she kept asking "Are you OK? Are you OK? I kinda snapped at her and she told me most girls would have left me dead. I reminded her that technically she was the one who killed me. I think she knew I would never really hurt her, and had feelings but this was business.
Death #2 occured in a really seedy sweltering hotel room when of course I was drunk again and again she talked me into the needle. I woke up 10 hours later with two guys going through my stuff. It was the weirdest vision I'd ever seen, coming out of that mini-coma. All my money was gone and she left a little note, but Carol was long gone. I threw up a "Fish Sampler" dinner into the sink from the night before. It looked like I had just eaten it. I had to get out of the city so my plan was to drive home and if I nodded off the car horns would wake me up, and that actually happened twice. I deserved to die for being so stupid. Jeez.

Diane deserves a narrative of her own, The first time I ever met her she pissed me off royal, I went to the trial, but they kicked me out for wearing shorts and they kept delaying it with motions and stuff. I made this collage for her, I even added some jizm in elmer's glue and put in some crime scene tape from the field. You can see the murderer's face.

[sesame]

Personals Column Ad:

My name is Diane, I'm 41, I live in ... area.
I'd like older white gentlemen to call me
and... they'd like to do for the..Body!

Newspaper cutting:
He has been charged with murder...the slaying of
Diane Hedeen, 41, whose body was found eight days ago
in a field near... Inter...Hedeen's clothed body... June 22
... industrial... Walt... at his job ... ... he solicited ...
the night of June 22 ... for the trial ... police official !!

Pieces of Advertisements: Slogans:
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And will follow my every command.

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Touching piece of work. The News of Diane's death and trial is at the base of the pastings... Aint it?
Very sad and nostalgic.

[sesame]

The Wasington Post: June 30 1994.

Brian K. Watt, aged 35, from Vienna stabs to death a DC prostitute named Diane Hedeen, 41, near D*** International Airport.

Watt from 2000 Block, K-Drive, was seen driving a red coloured 1987 Nissan pickup having custom-made plates saying "BYG RED."

The Loudoun sheriff is in hot pursuit of the fugitive.

[jimnaseum]

Good detective work. The stories were spread out over a few weeks. The FIRE was from when Diane burnt down the place she was living at. All the police and corner boys knew Diane. She always knew where the best drugs were.