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- kingjulien
Disclaimer: It's long, and perhaps not worth your effort.
-----------------------------As a few of you know, I've had some health issues these past fifteen weeks, and without insurance, I've taken a major hit in regards to my finances, as well as not being able to complete my latest collection of stories on time. However, after four antibiotics and several harder medications, including prednizone – a steroid used for autoimmune disorders, things finally seem to be getting better. Or so I hope. With that said, I'm preparing to move to Portland, and suddenly forced to go to extreme lengths to raise some quick scratch. In particular, I've taken some photos of escorts for sites like craigslist and the like, where I can make $200 on some chubby girl named Cinnamon or BabyCakes, girls with tattoos that say "Daddy's Little Girl" on their cellulite pimpled ass.
Unfortunately, one of the negatives of such a hustle -besides having the cute one hour photo girl look at me with disdain for turning in these shots while professing they aren't for my portfolio – is dealing with the managers. However, contrary to the stereotypes of Hollywood and the rap world, the majority of pimps aren't gun-toting gangsters but rather gerry-curled degenerates who prey on the weak and insecure, mainly with their minds. Some may be dangerous, but most of them are just clowns.
Yesterday I had a typical shoot. I showed up at this sleazy motel with striped drapes and a toilet that had overflowed, clamped a hardware store 500 watt bulb on one of the chairs, and took thirty minutes of photographs of this Puerto Rican girl named SexyBBW_Natascha in
really hideous poses, all the while saying "good" and "that's hot" and trying to appear sincere. During the shoot, her boyfriend, this greasy bastard who referred to himself in 3rd person on the phone as Preschool, sat in the background, rolling cigars. Everything went fine initially- for some reason these
characters seem to be amused by me – until it was time to get paid. I finished the rolls, went to the one-hour lab, got three CD's made, and returned for my two bills. Unfortunately when I returned
Preschool only had a hundred to give me, and he handed me five twenties and pretended like nothing was wrong. When I got upset he told me there would be plenty of gigs like this next week, to chill and smoke with him, and that he would get me the money later. I knew it was a lie though, and when I insisted on the hundred right there, he calmly pulled this little switchblade out, waved it in the air as he smiled, and told me to "get the fuck out".Now, it's been ten years since I've had a gun or knife pulled on me, and I've come a long way in terms of respectability, and yet for those who don't know, it's kind of surreal when you're placed in this position. You know the weapon's there, but you don't want to look at it. You tell yourself not to think about it, but it's the only
thing that crosses your mind.And yet, with everything I've gone through these past few months, I'm really at a point where I don't care anymore.
The thing is, prior to returning to the room, I had sensed he was a jackass (I guess it should be rather obvious), so I switched the discs from the photo lab with a couple of old CD's that I had in my car–ones I had burned a few years ago. My intention, if things had gone well, was to call an hour later, admit my mistake, and return with the correct discs. So although he thought he was smooth, the truth is he paid $100 for some obscure At the Drive In b sides.
I was still pissed though–I'm convinced the world is full of jerks like this, so after seeing his gold teeth smirk at me through the crack in the door as he slammed it in my face, I went to the corner vending machines, purchased a cherry coke, returned upstairs, and
tossed the drink through the window. I did the whole thing as casually as I could (although stewing inside), then ran down the stairs and into my car. Now when Preschool checks out, his credit card will reflect the money for the repairs.Although I resigned from teaching back in August, it certainly is a long way from being a college professor to scenarios like this – I
realize more than anybody – and I guess it's disillusioning to say the least - but if it's stories and experiences I want, I guess I could be in worse situations.
- Jaline0
You may not be living the life you used to live, but I can't say your life isn't interesting.
Everyone wants their lives to be interesting.
- rasko40
hahaha I am sorry for your predicament but that is awesome dealings
- Rand0
is this "true"? Wait--I don't want to know. Because even if not factually "true", it is True.
my best to you, compadre
- Rand0
I wish I could join you bustin that gold tooth
- rasko40
everything is true Rand - you know that, right?
- Rand0
some things are false
- jaymac440
I didn't read it but I'm with you on what ever cause/problem/disease/starving children thingy you have going!
- Rand0
read it, you ingrate
- Jaline0
lol, kj could just write anything now....
- sherman0
Haha - Preschool got a cherry coke.
Great story - Hope your doing well
- jaymac440
thats crazy, times do get tough and it's your mental state that gets you through. I wnet through some very crazy times a few years ago, tried poppin pills to end it all but I convinced myself that there were better days ahead if only I kept pushing through the bullshit. Keep your head-I know it sounds corny but it's the corny bullshit that keeps you focused
- kingjulien0
Thank you everybody, and happy holidays.
- groundst0
I almost didn't read this. I looked over it reading the first and last paragraphs a few times. Great story. Very nice verbal illustrations. I'm glad I took the time. I'll look up your others on your site.
- tny0
nice work as usual kj
- Mal0
kj can sure tell a story
kudos
- jevad0
"So although he thought he was smooth, the truth is he paid $100 for some obscure At the Drive In b sides."
ahahhahah
- _salisae_0
send this story with photos into vice. they will publish and you will move to portland.
meanwhile, watch your back and demand payment in advance.
- _salisae_0
please. pardon me. i 'strongly recommend' you do those things i insisted you do a minute ago.
- todelete__20
wisdom is rike-a sweata, you can't make one from a bananna - kona 2005.