I gave two pounds to a junkie

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Two pounds of flesh.

I mean - two pounds - british pounds. Currency.

It's a complex situation.

Firstly - it was a female junkie, who was probably about half my size, and half my weight.
I'm talking - a little person.

Next was, she caught me coming out of a massage parlor - where I was trying to coax the hot masseuse to perform extra's.
It was a high end massage parlor - strictly professional - but I could never have forgiven myself if I didn't at least take a shot.

Needless to say, my shot was unsuccessful.

So I'm coming out and, this sunken eyed skeleton of a woman, wearing a woolly hat, pounces me - whips up her sleeves, to show where she'd cut her arms (self harming), as well as the hospital bracelet; said she'd just got out - I'm assuming from a laughing academy hospital.

I was going to tell her, "fuck no!!" - anticipating her question.

But - she stared into my eyes.
Deep in the eyes.

And begged, pleaded.

I knew she was saving for junk but - the tears were there.
Staring in her eyes - I could feel her pain.

I honestly wanted to hug her, just there; just fucking hug her - maybe cry with her - not more than that, for fear of catching some junkie related infection but - you get the idea.
That being said, being female - I didn't want to give her the impression I was trying to get her to turn a trick in exchange for junk money.

So instead, I pulled out my wallet - rather stupidly - without turning my back; so she got a birdseye view of the wad of freshly cash-machine dispensed tens.

I pull out two pounds from the coin pocket, and thrust it into her frail palm.

She begged me for one of the crisp, cool tens.

I said, "fuck you - no" - then placed my palm on her slendy back and pushed her along.

There's nothing sexual here - trust me - but, even now, I wish I could have just hugged her, held her - somehow transferred healing energy into her body, make her forget her pain, give her the strength to turn her life around - lift her out of the blackhole of opioid addiction.

Fucking breaks my heart.

Anyways - I went and found another massage parlor, where I successfully persuaded the masseuse to get nasty - which cost me 30 pounds; so I guess the two pounds wasn't a big thing.

I don't really ever give money to junkie's but - she just got me lost in the moment.


Fucking :eek::eek::eek::eek::eek::eek:s thinking opioid abuse is somehow a cool lifestyle - man I'd fucking stretch their assholes like mandingo.
It's that sort of twisted subculture that incites this shit - certain naive fools that know no better, get lost in the trend.

I'd fucking eat the perpetuators assholes alive!!
 
The style of your prose suggests you're on junk, that's quite the ragged narrative.

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I have no problem helping junkies out. It they got to hook a brother up with some fun if ya know what I mean. Love that herpes sex.
 
I love how people are so wrapped up in their negative, self absorbed and amoral lives that they feel compelled to spin extensive narratives to "justify" giving someone a few bucks to help them out.

When I've been broke, I withheld, but I generally always try to give out a little something here or there. Granted, my city is overrun with homeless so I ignore the majority of them, but women, elderly or children living on the streets just drive home the spike of despair into my heart. No one should live in such conditions. Our country has everything, but greed and self-concern have allowed our society to decay to the point that people literally just ignore the suffering right in front of them.
 
I thought you meant pounds of coke.

You british and your foolish currency systems.
 
Why give her anything? The best thing is to hit rock bottom hard
 
I can't relate to people going to massage parlour to get laid. Wouldn't you feel ashamed of yourself if you find yourself under some ugly chinses grandma?
 
YellowBanenoo said:
I can't relate to people going to massage parlour to get laid. Wouldn't you feel ashamed of yourself if you find yourself under some ugly chinses grandma?
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Shame?

I post on sherdog, my dude.

I got rid of that useless emotion years ago.
 
EatMyShorts said:
Two pounds of flesh.

I mean - two pounds - british pounds. Currency.

It's a complex situation.

Firstly - it was a female junkie, who was probably about half my size, and half my weight.
I'm talking - a little person.

Next was, she caught me coming out of a massage parlor - where I was trying to coax the hot masseuse to perform extra's.
It was a high end massage parlor - strictly professional - but I could never have forgiven myself if I didn't at least take a shot.

Needless to say, my shot was unsuccessful.

So I'm coming out and, this sunken eyed skeleton of a woman, wearing a woolly hat, pounces me - whips up her sleeves, to show where she'd cut her arms (self harming), as well as the hospital bracelet; said she'd just got out - I'm assuming from a laughing academy hospital.

I was going to tell her, "fuck no!!" - anticipating her question.

But - she stared into my eyes.
Deep in the eyes.

And begged, pleaded.

I knew she was saving for junk but - the tears were there.
Staring in her eyes - I could feel her pain.

I honestly wanted to hug her, just there; just fucking hug her - maybe cry with her - not more than that, for fear of catching some junkie related infection but - you get the idea.
That being said, being female - I didn't want to give her the impression I was trying to get her to turn a trick in exchange for junk money.

So instead, I pulled out my wallet - rather stupidly - without turning my back; so she got a birdseye view of the wad of freshly cash-machine dispensed tens.

I pull out two pounds from the coin pocket, and thrust it into her frail palm.

She begged me for one of the crisp, cool tens.

I said, "fuck you - no" - then placed my palm on her slendy back and pushed her along.

There's nothing sexual here - trust me - but, even now, I wish I could have just hugged her, held her - somehow transferred healing energy into her body, make her forget her pain, give her the strength to turn her life around - lift her out of the blackhole of opioid addiction.

Fucking breaks my heart.

Anyways - I went and found another massage parlor, where I successfully persuaded the masseuse to get nasty - which cost me 30 pounds; so I guess the two pounds wasn't a big thing.

I don't really ever give money to junkie's but - she just got me lost in the moment.


Fucking :eek::eek::eek::eek::eek::eek:s thinking opioid abuse is somehow a cool lifestyle - man I'd fucking stretch their assholes like mandingo.
It's that sort of twisted subculture that incites this shit - certain naive fools that know no better, get lost in the trend.

I'd fucking eat the perpetuators assholes alive!!
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Anytime some junkie women asks me for money, I uppercut them into oblivion and then stomp on their pathetic skulls
 
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