Shards by Allison Moore

Author:Allison Moore
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Touchstone

15

After the overdose, I swore I would never pick up again, but later that night I was back on Craigslist.

I found a guy who would be willing to give me dope if I had sex with him, and I went down to the Seattle airport area to meet him at a seedy hotel. He looked like a normal family man—forties, glasses, thinning hair. He actually looked kind of tired—and that comforted me somehow. I also worried that he might be a cop.

We smoked meth together and had sex. It was easy and fast. It didn’t make me feel like a prostitute. I didn’t cry after. I didn’t even think about it. Later, yes, but right then meth was suppressing all my normal human responses. All I cared about was getting dope.

He gave me a very tiny amount so that I would have to meet with him again right away. After that first night, he wouldn’t pay for a hotel. He lived an hour south of the airport, and my sister’s house was an hour north of the airport, so we would meet in a warehouse parking lot and have sex in his car. I preferred it that way anyway. In vice, we liked to arrange stings or drug buys out in the open, where you could run. Once you were in a residence, there was too much opportunity for trouble.

This man was pretty nice, but he was hard to get ahold of, and he never gave me very much dope.

The next man I met with, same thing: he looked like a normal family man, not a tweaker or a drug addict. He was kind of pudgy, midforties, really nice car. I gave that guy a blowjob and then he gave me a baggie. Meth has all these nicknames. It’s called crystal, Tina, glass, or shards, and when I was chatting with him online we were using the code word glass. So afterward, when he gave me this baggie, he said, “Here’s your glass,” and I saw that it was a bag of actual glass shards.

“Get the hell out of my car, you cunt,” he said.

That time I did break down, but I can’t tell you if it was because I felt like a real prostitute or because I didn’t get the dope.

I met with a couple of other different guys, always in parking lots, did the same thing, and was able to get a tiny bit of dope. I had unprotected sex with these men, every single one of them. I didn’t think about AIDS or STDs or Keawe. I had gone from being a cop who wiped down her police belt with sanitizer every night to an ice whore.

Then I began to have trouble finding guys with dope, but I met a guy who was willing to pay me for sex. I met with him in a parking lot and gave him a blowjob. The deal was for sex, $250 for sex, but we stopped after a blowjob. He paid me anyway and after that he called me constantly, wanting to meet again for sex.

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