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“There was a girl who was fourteen, we'll call her Einsam. She went to a big school, but even with all the people around she was an outcast. She was pretty, but not pretty enough to make it in the world without a talent that make her stand out. Unfortunately, she had none. There were things she could do, of course, but none of them special. She continued her life as no one, but I won't bore you with that. One day, on graduation, another girl gave her a note that read, come to the girl's locker room if you want to feel good. Einsam went. She was many things, but not cautious. Understand, this girl was popular beyond what Einsam would have even guessed. This girl was waiting for Einsam in the locker room, with her friends and a sharp needle. Einsam was scared, of course. She didn't like needles. The popular girl said,'Well, you're here'. She injected Einsam with the needle. Einsam was scared, but then, after about five minutes, she started feeling low, below all her troubles and fears. Einsam asked the girl what it was. The girl replied,'This is heroin'. That was the beginning.
“Einsam began an affair with other men that sumer, popular and pretty. She had confidence. What Einsam also had, that nobody had guessed, was an addiction. She had dates and sex with men she barely knew, but she loved someone else, or rather something else. Einsam's love affair with heroin was nearly out of control. She lived on the streets, leaving home to avoid discovery. So, to fund her love of the needle, she became a prostitute. Sex, that was Einsam's talent. She finally found something she was good at, and that was how she kept up her heroin habit, staying very, very low. Lower than anyone else. She never had sex while low. Heroin was where sh hid from the coerced sex and her life on the streets.
“Einsam had affairs with the dealers, too, so she could get her drug. She was loyal, heroin was her mate. She never did anything else. Heroin wasn't that loyal to her, but she thought she wasn't addicted, that what she had was special.
“By this time it was winter. Einsam's pip sent her to Las Vegas, in America. There was a convention of men who were well-known on the porn scene. They were all there for other business, of course. But this was an opportunity for him to make some sweet money. Einsam agreed to go. She thought she'd make it the month without her dear love heroin. Einsam flew to Las Vegas the next day, spending her nights selling herself and her days resting. Einsam was in withdrawal, badly. Heroin made it without her, but she couldn't make it without him. She was sick,but then it wore off, her bond with heroin severed.”
“About two weeks later, Einsam was sick again. By now, she was back in Canada, but away from her pimp. She'd run to British Columbia. and she met a girl she became close to. The girl let Einsam stay at her apartment, not demanding sex in return. The girl told Einsam her name, Keren. Keren was a drug dealer, but she didn't reunite Einsam with heroin after the nasty break-up. Instead, she gave Einsam a new high, soaring on the clouds. The name of this stunning high is cocaine. Keren and Einsam became lovers, they both fell in love with each other. A bond of protection, joy, and caring. Keren was the best caretaker for Einsam, who was still a lost girl inside. Around this time Einsam had her 15th birthday. Einsam was still sick, and Keren was worried. Maybe the drugs were bad, or Einsam was allergic to the coke. Truthfully, she'd gotten pregnant at the convention and was afraid to tell Keren. She did, eventually, and Keren wasn't angry or put off by Einsam's prostitute background. She told Einsam that she would help her raise the baby. Einsam was glad, and she'd stopped her coke habit so the baby would be healthy.”
“Well, Einsam's life was only going to get worse. Keren went to get more coke, but ran into a problem. See, Keren owed her dealer money and the dealer wanted to collect. Einsam wanted to help pay off the debt for Keren, but Keren said no, Einsam, keep the money for your baby. Einsam agreed, but was worried. Then one day, Keren didn't come home. Do you see where I'm leading to?”
“No. I'm not sure what you mean, but I don't know what happens next.”
“I'll keep going. Einsam as worried, but she stayed at home. Then the cops came to the door. They found Keren's body. Einsam was alone, and a month later her daughter was born. Somehow, the baby looked like Keren. Einsam thought it was so she culd remember Keren better.”
“Maybe the baby's dad was from the same place as Keren.”
“No, all of the men were white.” Leni thought for a minute. “Maybe its just one of those things you can't explain.”
 Beautiful Propaganda · Tue May 05, 2009 @ 08:43pm · 0 Comments |
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