I’m started to get bored of everything around me. Britney, JC, Justin. Just everyone and everything. Actually, annoyed with Britney and her talk of her being pregnant. I haven’t spoken to her since she told me. Just ignored her and did my thing. I am taking a well deserved break. I leave my hotel in the middle of the night searching for something to relieve this boredom.
There’s a bum just outside the hotel drinking a bottle of Jack. I start craving for it as I walk closer to him, “I want that bottle.”
He looks at me up and down. “Give me your jacket.”
That caught me off guard. I’m used to using sex to trade off. Without thinking, I slipped out of it quickly…
Reality check #1: I’m giving an Armani leather jacket to a bum for half a bottle of Jack Daniels. $300 v. $12.
I throw him the jacket anyway knowing that it’s not mine. Sorry Justin. And grab the bottle. He laughs with delight as I walk off. I’m happy too.
A few blocks later, I’m sitting at a bus stop drinking away my boredom. It ain’t working and I’m down to my last gulp. A woman comes up to me, track marks up and down her arms, wreaking of alcohol. “I’ll blow you for ten.”
I look up at her. Her eyes are dark, almost pure black. “Fuck me for twenty.”
“Twenty-five.”
I’m not in the mood to bargain. “Fifty.”
She smiles. Green teeth, great. Some are even missing. “Let’s go.”
Reality check #21: I’m giving fifty dollars to a dirty druggie to fuck me when I have Britney, JC and/or Justin back at the hotel.
We walk into a dark alley and almost immediately she holds out her hand. I give her twenty-five. “Fuck, then I pay the rest.”
She agrees and jacks up her skirt. I push her against the wall and without thinking again, I fuck her without a Jimmy.
Reality check #3: Random bitch on the street and I’m fucking her without a condom.
I finish up and hand her the rest of the money. It sucked but hey, I can’t really complain. She reaches out and kisses me on the lips, pushing her tongue in my mouth. I let her in hoping it would be better than the sex. It wasn’t but she quickly leaves after that. I’m back out on the streets.
I’m walking back to the hotel when my phone rings. I pick it up only to have Britney wondering where I am. She’s ranting on and on about how she wants me back so we can fuck. I have a headache. “I got bored.” I hang up before she’s able to say anything else and turn off my phone.
Two women confront me about a block away from the hotel. I check my wallet… I have seventy left. They agree to it. I get fucked again.
I take them to the hotel but instead of heading back to my room where Britney probably is, I get another room to myself. The sex was alright.
Reality check #4: I forgot to wear a Jimmy.