I was giving advice to a couple of hookers on how to maximize their income quick before their tits falls apart when Fred ran from across the street and interrupted my lectures. I haven't seen Fred in a while and I was happy to see he is still living. I have known Fred for quite some time, he was rolling with shit load of money and expensive cars during the dot com boom days.To make a long story short he is an ex entrepreneur that lives in a shady ass rented room and loves his crack these days.
Fred: Yo Mad, you are fucken alive, someone told me that you've been shot.
Me: No not yet, I am still living. Who told you that bull-shit?
Fred: Triple D Debbie read a comment on your blog that said so.
Me: I thought Triple D Debbie is in jail?
Fred: She is out now, I think she works at a day-care center in Arlington! I am glad you're okay.
Me: Trust me I am not going to get shot before you do, motherfucker!
Fred: Can you drive me to Petworth, I need to get some shit!
I said good bye to my hooker friends and cruised north on 15th street with Fred so he can buy his happiness for the night. I went back to my spot after a few runs, the block was unusually quite. I guess the the hookers got their Johns, Fred got his fix and I made a few bucks, everyone is happy.
Please don't forget the homeless,