Pot Luck

I’m going to have to lie about some stuff, but it’s literally life, and death. All right?

My daddy got sick, and he needed some medicine. He used to just drive up to Colorado, but he can’t get a Medicinal card for reasons, and now he can barely get out of bed, let alone drive. Also, there’s literally cops right next door, so I hope that explains why a middle-school girl has got to go out, and call a drug dealer.

There’s a pay-phone around the block, so he picked up after 4 rings. “Sup?”

“Yo, I need a ride.”

“How far?”

“About 30, mile$.” I hung up, but he got the number on his beeper, and he knows the situation. So, he doesn’t want drive past the US. Marshalsez to make a delivery, even in a pizza box. Especially a gram, but this is $30.00 a gram Pharmaceutical grade stuff, just to get dad through the night. He’s in a lot of pain, and addicted to Opiates, so even prescription painkillers aren’t a good idea.

Okay, he didn’t get sick, he got in trouble, than he got shot for making a deal with the D.A. and now he’s in a lot of pain, feel me?

All right, well we agreed to meet behind the Dairy Queen, because it was closed, and when I got there, there was a whole bunch of perverts walking around with their dicks out. A lot of them hanging out, and a lot of them not. So, I just stayed around the corner, for a while.

mile$ showed up, and some of them started walking over to his car. “Ah man,” he tapped his knuckles on the door, “Forgot it was Thursday! I’m sorry, man.”

“No problem,” I slipped my fingertips out to his then bumped knuckles and put mine in my pocket. “You better give me a ride, for once.” I never actually got in his car, but he’s not a stranger. He’s Reggie, but he doesn’t just deal that $20 bucks an eighth Mexican OSB shit.

Tells you something if I’m going to get in a car with a drug dealer, instead of all those perverts hanging out. “So, what’s the deal with Thursday nights?”

“Oh, you don’t know about the Dairy Queens?” I shook my head, “Well, damn. That’s got to be rough, man.”

“Not really,” I nodded, “So there was a couple girls in there, and it wasn’t just some gay thing?” I heard that was round back behind the Allsup’s, actually.

“Well?” He thought about it, “Unless’n you mean gay as in gay, and lesbian, then.” He shrugged, “Yeah, I guess.”

“For real, though?” He made the block.

I walked home, helped dad into the bathroom, and handed over the rat-tail. (That’s the cellophane off the bottom of a cigarette pack, preferably hundreds, twisted up, and melted with a lighter.) I even turned on the fan on the way out, and grabbed my jacket, but I don’t even smoke cigarettes.

“Least it ain’t speedball.” I have a history of substance abuse in my family. So, I don’t even want to be around secondhand smoke, but I’d say I’m handling things pretty well, considering the situation.

So, I went for a walk. Stopped by the Dairy Queen, and pushed through the perverts, with their dicks out. This is a nice neighborhood. You’re not going to find a rock in the gutter some crack head spit out, when he had to run so he didn’t get popped for possession.

“Woah, shit!” They stepped back, “Are you.” They started tucking in what was hanging out, but the hardons turned around, and covered up. “All right?” Everybody talking at once, nobody making sense.

“Looks like you’re up to some not in front of the kids shit, but yeah.” The lezzy next to me got in, but not before I saw her hanging out the window. Her hair, face, tits and arms covered in jizz, and it dripping down the door. “You mind if I just watch?”

“Uhhhh..,” was the general consensus. Some left, some stayed. The 2 lezzies just drove off in their little old sports hatchback. I don’t know, Corrado, or CRX something like that. With the double-dong thrown up on the dashboard. They wore masks, Idafuckinknow. Grown up stuff, not in front of the kids.

Now, I’m skinny. Some might say malnurished, but my daddy’s not a junky. He’s not that picky, mama was the junkie. Ain’t nothing skinnier than a junkie’s kids, but I don’t tan I just get darker. Why they didn’t see me coming. Black on black, if I don’t smile, there’s nothing to see but the whites of my eyes, and I ain’t had much to smile about, lately.

“Show’s over, kid.”

“Well, all right if you don’t wanna get off, before you get home.”

“You just wanna watch?”

“How old are you kid?” Not a lot of light back there either, but they’re white. Not all racist? I don’t know, but I wasn’t counting heads. When they got their flies open, and their dicks back out, I pulled up my jacket, tucked my Deuce Deuce back in my butt crack, and showed them my training bra.

“Old enough to lie about it.”

I turned around, and flashed the Black Widow hour glass logo in the handle of my Magnum, then pulled it out, and tucked it up under the front of my training bra. Don’t worry, they got a little slot between all 5 rims to rest the firing pin in, so it won’t go off. Unless I need it to.

“That a gun?”

Second Amendment, motherfucker. “Yeah.” I kicked off my shorts, and stepped back in the toes of my kicks. Put my heels back down on the backs, folded down over the soles, and turned around. “So, hands to yourselves, all right?”

“All right, yeah.” I took my top off, and kept my bra on. “Where you from?”

“Nunja. As in none of your fucking business, man.” I’ll give you a hint: You know how they say their ABCs up in Los Ranchos? Eee, I owe you, eh? “That thing get any bigger when you’re hard?”

“You got a big mouth on you, little girl.” Another one.

“Yeah, well.” I ain’t about to get it dirty on your nasty ass dick. “You got some big ass balls on you!” I chucked my head. “Come here, man.” Gambling, and sex addicts in my family, too. Rez casinos, and titty bars, makin’ it rain, and I avoided that shit, too. Tell you about it when you’re older. All right? Well, I’m feeling about half past older right now. You know what I’m saying? “Ih hin hin him! Dairy Princess.”

“Uh, uhn!” I turned away, and caught a little on my cheek, but I’m wearing a mask. Look, white dudes. You’re not wearing masks, out of protest? We get to wear masks, now. We had to wear masks. What’s the fucking problem? Is there any way that gaining the right to wear masks is not a good thing for you?

Sounds like a Privledge to me.

“Huh, hot horny little whore!” Grunting like cavemen up in this mob.

“Why, you got money? I was just gonna give it away, but if you want to make a donation.”

“Ah uh! Fuck uhn! Yeah.”

“Ih? Hin him!” I licked my lips, but I can’t even smell it. I feel insulated, safer in a crowd of sex perverts with their dicks out than I ever did back home. “Who’s next.”

“Give it away, huh? How much for a blow job?”

“Not interested.”

“Ah man.” Whiney? “I don’t want to pay for a hand job!”

“Yeah, but you want to touch my booty?” I turned around, and another guy, on the side busted a nut on my shoulder. “You can tuck a $5 dollar in right there.” I gave it a little shake.

“Oh, ah! Ooh!” Like the 4th of July!

“Not in my hair!” I covered it up, and caught it on my arm, mostly. “Damn! You have any idea how hard it is to wash jizz outta my hair?” Me neither, actually. Yeah, I heard of it, never seen it before. Now, it’s hot, and shiny all over my skin.

Even in the dark, it’s kinda yellow/orange off-white in what little sodium vapor is coming out of the nearest street pole. I backed up past the corner.

“How much for your titties?”

“Ihn!” ClicKt! “You can look.” I pulled it out, “But don’t Touch.” Pointed it down cocked, and loaded with hollowpoints, but pulled my bra up in the light.

“No, fuck this!” Routed. All of them gone, but I looked over my shoulder at the puddles in the concrete.

“Daaaaamn! That’s a whole lotta nut!” When I showed up before, I couldn’t see the car. Not a big car, but damn that’s a whole lotta dudes! “No wonder they call them the Dairy Queens!” I shook my head, and wiped my arm off on my jacket. (Adidas windbreaker.) On the inside of my jacket, then I got my face, and hair with the hood.

“Kkt kick kikt!” I had to hold the cylinder, carefully, and wiggle the hammer back in the safety slot. “Crazy ass white boys?” Shook my head, and finished pulling up my shorts, careful not to step in it. “Ihihim!” Laughing all the way home to take a shower, before this shit dries up in my hair, and I find out how hard it is to get out.

Pulling the ends out of the rubber bands. I wasn’t planning on washing it tonight, but hey. I think that was worth it. If I’d made a couple bucks, stripping, then that would’ve sealed the deal. I can definitely see how this sex shit is addictive.

Gotta figure out how to masturbate some time…

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