I had a grand idea to take the sheet off the bed and turn it upside down. Still had stains, but then I looked in the bathroom and there were towels. And they were clean.
And I had toilet paper and I took the toilet paper and put it under the white towels, so I could sleep in the bed. The pillow was comfy. I praise God.
BUT, against my better wishes I laid on the pillow and bed bug was biting the side of my face and I started beating the pillow against the wall. A bunch of critters flew out, and I just sat on the bed crying.
Around evening, Samhill returned, and I couldn't be happier. However, he didn't understand my joy.
"You settled in?"
"I have no money, no clothes; it's bugs in the pillows. I'm hungry, that one bed got roaches, there is no bathtub."
"You sound like Rosie, that bitch complain about the moon not being bright."
"Well, I don't know her." I put my hands on my hips. "I hate to tell you." the corners of his mouth lower. "But that tv got a little VCR under it for tapes."
"That's good."
"Collin broke it."
HOW THE FUCK! "How?"
"Put the tape in wrong and kept smashing it in there. He told me."
"Well damn."
He puts a blunt in his mouth. "He dead."
"Wow..."
"I don't care what you say, I'm clean. I keep my shit clean."
"Well... people."
"I hate people." I think we really bonding. "Did you get work done?" Today you helping out at the car wash, that'll give you cash. Tomorrow, you coming with me to the race in the Ghetto, and I'll split the money with you."
It's not bad being a hoe, at least he takes care of me. (I'm stupid.)
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I went to the Car Wash, it had a huge sign on the sidewalk reading C&W in blue and white. There were already some cars getting washed and about three naked ass girls and several others in bikinis.
There was a fat girl with small breast trying her best to be cute and twerking her largeness.
He let's me out the car and I walk behind him. "Synadena!" he yells. "This is a new one." a black woman with long legs and dressed in blue shorts and blond weave looks back at me. "She looks young, don't bring kids over here."
"How old is you?"
"I drink blood." WHY the FUCK I SAY THAT? "Sweetie, everybody drink blood." she put her hand on her left hip. I shake my head, getting my shit together. "I'm 18."
"Oh, she skinny." she says. "She ain't taking my job!" the big girl yells. "Butter! Ain't nobody out here trying to replace you."
looks at me, "That's Butterbiskuit. She advertises."
"She does a good job."
"She weights 455." says Samhill. "And you like it."
"No, the fuck I do not. Either way, you got a new one. Same time, eight hours." he walks back to his car. "Sammy! Sammy! Come get yo car washed!" Butterbiskuit twerks.
"NO!" Samhill screams and speeds off.
"Alright, come here." Synadena beckons me. We go into her small office. It's cluttered with makeup on the desk and papers with news to a crossword puzzle. She has a large computer, it looks like the latest. "Where you get that from?" I ask politely. "I got this from my nigga. He got a trap house in wise. It's a Dell Elite." she sits down in most comfortable brown leather chair that belongs in the living room. "So, since you new. I'ma let you work just the money and you can wash cars another time. All you have to is make sure a nigga pay. No sex, if they don't pay just yell it."
"Just yell they ain't paying?"
"The term is SNATCH!" she clarifies. She grabs something behind her hair and lifts it with both hands. "A duffle bag?"
"Keep the money in there." she passes it to. I didn't think care washes made that much. What else do they do?
"Are you a vampire?"
Her eyes glow pink. "Rehabilitate."
"Jail?"
"No, I ate my first boyfriend." says Synadena. "I got a sister, she work the alley. She got a tail."
I don't know what people are like outside the ghetto. I understand registering and now I question, if they do it to get out of situations like this. "Can I ask questions?"
"Sure."
"So, I know Sam fights werewolves?"
"Understand, the whole werewolf thing is giving a nigga a body. Wolves ain't shit, you treat them however. So, EDWARD has a little kennel."
I immediately start thinking of a puppy mill. "What oil?"
"Oil ain't really oil. We sell liquor. You heard of Darebackey?"
"No."
"It's from the Growdens. Don't worry we don't work for white trash." she waves her hand. "I drink it and take my pills."
"What pills?"
"Recreational drugs inspired by the hospital. We sell drugs."
"At the carwash?"
"Transportation. Sam used to be a on a plant. They messed up his eyes. He bites to heal." she smiles. "Any more questions?"
She reminds me of Karolina. Damn, I miss that church. "Um, no."
"Come on. Come get paid."
"Uh..." I do have a question. We leave the office. "Do I have to sell drugs?"
"Depends how long you stay." Synadena goes back to managing the wash. I should have asked the time.
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I worked for four hours. These girls are at the carwash for eight. So I got paid half the time.
Cars cost 30 for a wash all over. Tire is 10 dollars, and that's just replacing it. They don't do decals but tint is five dollars. Then you have your common car accessories, air freshers, bobble heads is two dollars, so old cassettes for three dollars. You have your choice of House, R&B, a little old school rap, Pop, and Blues; also a strange tape of ocean waves. It's just a tape of running water.
For three fucking dollars. So today, somebody brought a tape that's 3 dollars for one.
I saw four cars today, that's 120 but according to Butterbiskuit they had a gang ride by and other people so that's 14 times 30, totaling in 420 dollars.
Now, they sell drugs, so that's a different thing all together.
There was a line of crackheads consisting of like 22 people at different time zones.
So, seven vampires bought 14 tablespoons and the price for one tablespoon is 10.24 dollars, but they charge 12 for a single but also sell a pack of tables (slang). For 24 tables in a pack you pay 30 dollars.
So this one nigga bought 24 tables for 12 dollars. That's 288 dollars in total. And I was like, where is the money coming from?
Altogether, seven vampires put, 624 dollars in these women pockets. It's seven girls up here, but you also include the other shit like... regulars (slang).
Cocaine is 80 dollars, Molly is 40 by the bag and each bag of molly and or ecstasy holds a good ten pills. And they have a bag that cost a straight 100 for like fifty pills. Two out of those seven vampires bought a bag of molly.
All in all, I got 35 dollars. But business was slow. And it was okay for the most park, I just want some underwear.
I did go back to the store I bought my panties. Some regular whites and blue undies for six dollars, and she sold towels for five dollars.
I spent eleven dollars out of my 35 dollars. Leaving me with 24 dollars. Tomorrow might be better.