Chapter 2
I remember clearly now- he had punched me in the head. And I had blacked out. Michael that lousy flea bitten git! I was in a dumpster, no doubt about that. Lost souls swam all around me screaming their torturous woes in my face. Raped and dumped like a naïve little schoolgirl. I buried my hot tears of shame in a random piece of trash, wiped my eyes on a rotting fish skin, and clambered out of that pit of despair.
Outside it was still night time, I breathed in the cold air. I dropped onto the alley way. My bare feet landed on the pavement. I splashed through a puddle of polluted water, grease and sperm. I was naked, that much was obvious. I quickly murdered myself a couple of rats and fashioned a loincloth out of their skins. I ate their innards, hot and raw they were, just like Michael. I suddenly had a craving for blood. I stumbled out of the alley and surveyed my surroundings. I was on a street I recognised, and I paddled along down it, winding down the side streets until I landed at my fav dealer's house. I had no money, so I traded him my loincloth and my virginity for a hit. He thought it was snazzy (the loincloth). As I was leaving I saw a man running through the jungle that had suddenly become his house in the cloth. I was running, running through the wilderness, and the crazy man was going to catch me. I quickly ducked under a sleeping lion. Stupid place to sleep that was, under a lion. I downed a bottle of lighter fluid and it gave me super powers.
Eventually I made my way back to the main road, this time I was in a sequined cocktail dress smoking with one of those long cigarette holders. I felt terrible and wonderful all at the same time. And this is where the story picks up again, me strolling down the street, full of rat poison and lighter fluid, headed for certain disaster. I was a balloon of flammable material just ready to be popped, let my insides run out onto the floor and set a match to it, that would have been a graceful death. Since I was in such a good mood I decided to pay a visit to my favourite strip joint. It had been a while since I'd gone. Howl had preoccupied my thoughts of late and I didn't want to disrespect him by stuffing dollar billz in some other woman's butt crack. No, Howl wanted all the cash in his. Said it kept him regular, load of crap that was. I happened to know he was using it on courting my sister Lettie. All I was good for was some extra spending money, we hadn't even had intercourse yet! In fact, we aren't even dating!
I love Howl, love him with every fibre of my being. His slender, girlish features, his long limbs, his muscular chest, his soft delicate hair, his sparkling eyes, his ripe, toned bottom. I try my best with him, really I do! I'm always courteous, I cook him meals, I compliment him, I drop every hint I can think of. When he's low on cash I lend him the few pennies I manage to scrounge up, I give him everything he asks for, but he just doesn't seem interested! I know it's because I'm so plain and boring, especially compared to darling Lettie, he only has eyes for her. I could cry right now, but alas I must keep it together and persevere! The club awaits my arrival!