“Philly cheese steak please” Gina slurred, with a slightly whining, almost begging tone.
Gina was unaware that she was talking to the curb…her naked body was lying head first, twitching & drooling into the gutter at the corner of 5th and Wabash, there was no one there to witness on this warm summer night.
she hadn’t eaten or bathed in weeks, her smack and crack habits were out of control now. they’d been building for years, possibly decades. Who knew… she no longer cared … dying of full blown aids, lesions covering her 80 lb body, soon to be carcass.
hooking was lucrative, at 1st, $500 an hour, times had changed, now her body was so loathsome and the presence of aids so obvious, she could no longer afford to be picky, her tricks treated her like a punching bag, and most demanded anal…she no longer bartered for her services, she gave them her ass or they’d jerk off on her and give her what they thought she was worth, sometimes they gave nothing. She accepted their assessment of her value
One night she smoked crack till her heart imploded in an alley by a dumpster brimming with trash.
Her soul drifted down to hades.