From: monde Subject: the things we'll do to get that fix Date: 1996/12/03 newsgroups: alt.drugs.hard > happy holidays to all too. mine too will be happy because of methadone the > only thing i was wondering was how many of you have had the clinic you go > to change from those nice orangeish pink to a genaric white tab. in > chicago most are using the generic since the patent ran out. sa with all > generics you can tell a differance but it still beats standing on a corner > in the city waiting for someone to get out of bed so you can get a sick > off ang go out boosting for your afternoon shot. yup. for me, of course, it was whoring in the afternoon rather than boosting. which was probably a stabler income than boosting would have been...at least for me, who can't run fast at all, and knows nothing of fences, and the pawn shops around here are pretty careful about what stuff they'll buy. i wonder if there's anyone reading this ng that has any experience with prostituting themselves for fix money. i don't see any other female junkies here although there was one girl who was also from around here that posted once or twice, whose name slips me...hey, if you're out there, i hope you'll post again! but prostitution, especially in Frisco, is not limited to females exclusively. although most of the hustlers around this area seem to be more into speed than smack. the things i went through during those thirty months. they would fill a book. my first summer was as a call girl and i would make LOTS of money, and could afford to chase the dragon. my roommate "Julie" and i answered the phones for an escort service and would go out on some of the calls ourselves. they were usually travelling businessmen in very swank hotels. it was really weird to get all gussied up in these slithery but basically 'classy' outfits, go visit these guys and suck them off, and get in a cab and return home and then start doing drugs. kind of like a double life! actually that first summer wasn't so bad, until the day i returned from Chicago and had to face the music because "Julie" had a psychotic episode on cocaine, decided i owed her $300 which she'd never lent me, and then threw all my stuff out the window of our apartment and fired me from the escort service. that was 5 August 1990. i lost a lot that day. after that, it was the streets. i couldn't believe the difference. i was getting $20 to $40 or sometimes even less than that for doing the same thing that i had been getting $300 or more for...but this time it was with a much lower class of people, with no 'safety nets' of phone calls built into it. i remember learning the ropes from a couple of older girls and a trick or two who cared enough to explain some things to me. like always get the money first! and walk around the neighbourhood in figure eights up and down streets, lighting at a bus stop occasionally but never just sitting around on a fire hydrant, which was too obvious and would get you busted really fast. and that did happen to me, four times. two of them were by the same undercover vice cop. jesus, was that embarrassing. the last time it happened the vice cop was really understanding and decided to let me go, but that might have been because i was being very edgy and using lots of 'code words' so that there'd be no direct evidence on tape. you're not supposed to quote prices for sex acts...that's what the vice cops look for to get a case on you. i used to say i did 'massage' or would 'just have a talk with them' if they were 'lonely'. and i'd wink and smile, and most of the johns figured it out, and if they didn't and tried to make me agree to a specific sex act i would just ask to be let out of the car. of course there was the eventual rape at knifepoint, but i told that story already. after that i continued to work for another year after i got off heroin but it was only with my 'regulars'. i made a decent living just going to them when they'd call me for a while, but i'd not have been able to support a heroin habit that way. i was really lucky i never got a disease, even though i always used condoms and would hardly ever do anything more than give blow jobs, it's still not safe because condoms can leak and break, and if these people would do it with street prostitutes god knows what they could have. none of that mattered at the time as long as i got my $25.00 a day. now i'm on methadone, and don't have to do any of this anymore! and i have a boyfriend who doesn't care about where i've been, just cares about where i'm going. :}