Monday, November 2, 2009

The rut of the hustle.


It's been a long time I know, today I just got to where I could got on the Internet again. Daddy sent me a ticket but I cashed it in and got high for three days. Jules stole money from Sam, he didn't really notice what we were doing at first. He goes to bed early and all. Then we just partied and partied until Jules almost lost her place to stay and she's got it made for sure. So I left in the middle of the night and hitched a ride here, just trying to get to Kentucky.

Arrrrrgggggghhhhhhhhhh....my life makes me so tired. I've been sleeping out behind this truck stop somewhere near Brookville, Pennsylvania. Yes, I'm working the men that come through here. I don't know how else to get by. I mean I do, I can make money other ways but this is what I'm doing now. Sad ain't it? All my plans are out the window. All I'm cut out for is hustlin'. I'm going home for Thanksgiving. I haven't talked to daddy in two weeks. He knows what's going on, and I'm too embarrassed to do anything about it.

I sit by the fire and imagine myself in all the places I was happy and try to figure out how it keeps going wrong. It's not just the drugs it's the first step I take towards the drugs. What causes me to give up my comforts for risks?

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

We all slip up now and again, in one way or another. But, God always loves us no matter what....just like your dad loves you. Get yourself together and get home for Thanksgiving. I'll be praying for you.

prayers from texas

Mary said...

Thank you! I believe I can feel the prayers. I was so warm last night which is something I haven't felt since Texas :)