Near when the holiday season starts in America, I had gotten drunk at an engagement party for two of my friends. When I had exhausted all of my one-liners, and was beyond the point of nabbing any free, young woman at the party, I decided it was time to leave. I got intomy car and lit a cigarette before turning the ignition key.
What had I had to drink?
Six beers? I think I smoked some pot, that’ll slow me downsome – I’ll be fine.
Sitting in the car, I became particularly horny. I knew what part of town I was in, and although I had heard stories of people picking up hookers, I had never done it nor seen the process in action
. I can do it, it’s still early enough to find some woman walking down the street looking for an extra forty bucks to suck my dick. I might need some help, though.
Stopping at an intersection one block down from the apartment I just left, two older menapproached my car. They were looking for a handout, and I was in the holiday spirit, so I offered them a ride to wherever they needed to go. The two men got into the car, and I asked,
“Take a left.” Said the man in the back seat.“Left, you got it. So how are y’all doing tonight?”“Fine, fine, fine.” They said.“You know, I’ve got some treats here if you want any. There’s some peanut brittle on thefloor—right, below your feet, sir.” I pointed to a tray of peanut brittle my mother had made for me that was on the floor.“Oh shit.” Said the man in the passenger’s seat.“Take some.” I said. The man seated next to me took a few bites, but the man in the back seatrefused to eat.