“So there I am hanging out with this dude, doing shit loads of blow with him, god knows what hour it is, when he turns around and starts putting his arm around me.”
She motions to put her arms around me and cups her hand around my chin.
“Don’t you want to kiss me,” he asks “Ha – I say, not in your wildest dream. The nerve all because he was shelling out this blow. So I just turn around, call my guy and have him deliver us an eight ball. That shut him up real fast. Imagine that, thinking that because he rolled out a couple of lines I’m supposed to flop out of my knickers and get on my knees. Not that I haven’t before,” she starts giggling “but really, a girl has got to stand up for herself Scallywag.”
“Always Misty,” I offer my glass clinking hers.
“Do you realize how hard my parents worked to keep me in good stead. To think that I would have to rely on some guy who thinks he is the king of the mambos cause he walks around with a dollop of the good times.”
The truth is Misty works damn hard herself and girlfriend is a society favorite who these days with her name and constant appearance in the paps can pretty much attach her name to any concept and within a few months see the money flow.
“Scallywag, if only you knew how much I wanted to fall in love,” she suddenly says falling in my arms, the rolled up $20 bill flung on the art deco rug on the floor.
“If only people loved me for the real me, I wouldn’t need any of this shit.”
But the sad fact is Misty needs as much of the good shit as she can stand. Life has been getting dizzy for Misty and ever since her husband hightailed and left her for another woman, Misty’s world has become a constant merry go round with no eject button.
Michelle KNOWS, I introcuded her to the MapleLeaf’s Captain because he was the most handsome muscular man out of the lot of them.
And Michelle, I even introduced you MORON to the Mapleleaf’s Captain, HELLO!
NO! I know what I am talking about here. THEY WERE ALL COMPLETE PSYCHOMANIC AND SOCIOPATHOLOGICAL! AND sexually dysfunctional.
GO WITH THE COKE WHORE! You have your pick Metallica. Sue Ernst, Jacqueline Zima, Julie Capone, Barbara Mitchell, Tara McCabe, why I could introduce you to the LOT OF THEM! Stay the fuck away from me.
what a crock of shit. Complete fiction, no ring at all of authenticity.
more gag inducing pretension. this shit is all fake and vapid. useless, meaningless, soulless, talent less. write about something interesting for once. not about something we know; inbred rich people do blow. big. fuckin. whoop.