i try. really i try. but i'm a bad person. sometimes i just hate people. and sometime people deserve your hate. they beg for it. sometimes they open their mouths and they barely utter a few words before you just want to smack the teeth right out of them
one such girl was Heaven
i thought Heaven was a dude. so much gender confusion had gone on in this brothel that i thought she was just a skinny dude in a cheap blue dress. turns out it she was a chick in a cheap dress that cost a lot of money
there was only 3 of us on one night, young naive (but really not so naive) Jasmine, Heaven and me with the vivacious Miss Vic on reception.
i was sitting in the kitchen when Heaven started the usual conversation "had any bookings today?"
"nope. none."
"oh really? i don't understand that. you're a good looking man." she always seemed tired or stoned when she talks "you're not like the other guys. if i came here i would hire you."
"aww shucks, thanks heaven"
i went and grabbed a pizza for dinner for dinner. Heaven stumbled into the room sniffing. "mmm that smells good! is that pizza? hmm smells really good. is that from the across the road? i love pizza. i'd love a whole one but i never eat more than a slice...."
i knew what she was hinting at and said nothing for enough time to make it uncomfortable. "would you like some?"
"oh really?" i swear she was more stoned than she was 30 minutes ago. he eyes looked so heavy i felt a yawn building in the back of my throat "i can pay you back. i'll get a pizza next time and we can share it"
"just... have some. it's okay"
she eats the pizza and blows more smoke up my ass about how attractive a man i am and it's a shame i'm not scoring work. basically repeating herself from earlier
at around 10pm Miss Vic calls out for an intro for the girls. Jasmine bounces in like a gazelle on a velvet jumping castle. Heaven staggers like a newborn foal slithered fresh out of the bloody sack, hooves scratching on the lino desperate to find stable footing. eyes struggling to stay open. the 2 girls get a few intros in during the night, and it's no surprise Jasmine scores them all.
the girls have a brief exchange in the other room. Jasmine trots upstairs for a booking while Heaven bursts into the kitchen like a drunken dodgem car make a cup of tea
"you know what she said to me? Jasmine just said you look tired!" heaven jumped into a tirade, "i said to her 'that's not very nice' and she said 'i don't care i can say what i want" and i said..." i swear her eyes were no longer blinking in unison. as she went on and on i tried to guess what she was on. smack? no track marks. no pinholes. and she never spent much time in the loo to jack up or bong on. maybe just good ol' xanax? i noticed i'd stopped listening. her rant just went crazier "i wonder what Jasmine is saying to the client in an intro about me. i think the receptionists are telling the client 'don't pick heaven. pick the other girl'. you know ever since i told them i got a day job and need to leave early i don't get as many bookings. tonight i haven't had any, Jasmine got them all..."
...that's because you're staggering around in a cheap skirt hitched up around your waist like a smacked out skankwhore, you stupid bitch...
"they've got something against me. they all do..." her paranoid rant went on
finally i was left alone and Miss Vic came into to whisper, "do you think Heaven is on something?"
without a blink i said "that bitch is fucking nuts. she's off her tits on xanax. please don't leave me alone with her again"
the following week she thought her flatmates were going through her mail, sifting through her room and taking money and xanax from her purse. that could well be true but later that same day Blake and i were in the kitchen when Heaven burst in "someone just got into my locker! do you think someone else could have a key to my locker? my hairbrush has moved and a hair clip is gone!"
...is that hair clip in your hair? but i remained silent. Blake looked at me and i looked away. his mouth didn't close for a good 10 minutes
if that's heaven, i'm so glad i'm going to hell
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