9:20 AM - Fun and Adventure!
Category: Life

Know whatcha’ call a hooker when you got a lot of money don’t ya? Girlfriend Ha! Ha! Yeah, there’s been a time or two when I met a lady of the evening that just wouldn’t leave. A chick I only meant to date once that liked me so much, loved the drugs and money, that she hung out with me forever right up until the time when the wheels fell off! It’s pretty rare that a card carrying prostitute will jump ship on her hustle to stay and party with one particular dude. But it does happen. And to tell you the truth, it’s pretty flattering really. I mean here’s this good looking chick sitting on a million dollars. She could be out running wild pulling in a thousand bucks a day. And all she wants to do is party with me? One of my friends use to say, “Where do you find all these good lookin’ girls?” Sometimes it comes easy and you don’t even have to look. Drugs and money have a very strong appeal. There are girls you can get with drugs that you can’t get with money. And there are girls you can get with money that you can’t get with drugs. It all depends on the situation and a woman’s priority.

My hooker girlfriend Jo-Ann hung around for the drugs. Man was she ever one super hot bitch! Stunningly beautiful and a fun, fun, happy chick to party with. There was no way I was ever going to turn her down! Jackie Butler the dancer? She was a gorgeous little gal. I loved having sex with her even though she did have multiple personalities. Half the time I didn’t even know who I was talking to. One of her personalities had a very low, low voice and I couldn’t hear what she was saying. Nonetheless, she was a great roll in the hay. And Jennifer? She sure was great in bed. But she got kind of loopy after four or five days without a wink of sleep. One of my all time favorite party girls was a beautiful hairdresser named Michelle! A bunch of us were sitting around free-basing cocaine one night when I up and announced it was time to go. I’d had enough and needed a rest My main squeeze at the time left. Michelle and her boyfriend left each going their separate ways. Standing at the apartment complex payphone about to call a cab, the phone suddenly rang. It was Michelle. “I don’t have anywhere to go. Can I come party with you?” She didn’t want money to have sex with me. All she wanted to do was get high on cocaine.

Another chick named Cassandra was an adventurous young soul. She use to show up at my front door and at first I was too naive to know what she was after. I didn’t realize she was there to give me the pussy. But that was the deal. Get her high and you could have all the sex you wanted. Then, there was Kim. Never in a million years did I ever think I’d be able to go to bed with Kimmy. As a matter of fact, she was always so pretty it never even crossed my mind to make a play. Yet she was the girl I mentioned in a recent blog titled, “Tweeking”. Yeah, she was hot. And I did get with her. Just not that night. Isn’t it funny how a girl can walk up to any guy on the street and say, “Wanna fuck?” But when a guy does something similar to a chick, he either gets slapped in the face or the girl starts screaming, “Rape!” So for me, it’s just safer and easier to kick back and let ‘em come my way. Don’t get me wrong. I’m in no way bragging. I’m not all that. Never thought I was. But when you got a sack of dope and a pocketful of money, women just seem to gravitate your way.

I came home once and the woman I was staying with said, “There’s a lady in the kitchen. She’s been here all day. Says she has to talk to you.” Introducing herself as Linda, I found out all she wanted to do was screw my brains out and do my cocaine. Again, this was another girl a man couldn’t get with if he had all the money in the world! But she came to me saying, “Listen, I know you’re the man. I know you’re the one with all the good dope. Let’s you and I hang out and I promise you, I’ll show you a good time.” Talk about an offer you could not refuse! It’s like some of those chicks are bloodhounds and they can sniff out the guy with the sack! That’s what this old gal did anyway. And hey, what about all my male customer’s old ladies? Seemed like every time their old men turned their backs, they were slipping me a note or piece of paper with their phone number on it. Hell, I’ve even had ‘em play footsie with me under the table with their hubbies sitting right there! Talk about living dangerously. There’s just no method to a chick’s madness that wants to get and stay high. See why it’s so hard for me to give it all up?

My friend’s mothers even try to screw me! When a woman comes to your house knowing your old lady’s there and she doesn’t want to leave? Right off, you know something’s up. I once had a good looking girl named Valerie beg me to leave with her. And she was the one with the huge rock of cocaine! My old lady was asleep on the couch. It would have been easy for me to sneak off. And man I’m not going to lie. Oh how it was tempting! Especially when Valerie said, “I’ll make it worth your while!” I didn’t cheat on my girlfriend that day. Looking back, now I really wish I had. Fifteen calendar years in the pen and all my women, including that one, abandoned me. There’s no reason I should have passed up that offer of free sex. I knew I shouldn’t have refused. Like they say though, hindsight is 20/20. If I had it to do all over again, I would have went with her that day. After all, I already knew her. I’d been to bed with her once before. I saw Val one more time after that. It was at a grocery store when I was shopping with Jo-Ann. She ran to hug my neck saying, “Where the fuck have you been?” Jo-Ann not paying much attention and really not giving a flying fuck anyway, I whispered in Valerie’s ear, “Still party?” “You know it,” she said. “Just been waiting for you to call!”

Cruising in my Z-28 late one night, a friend of mine’s old lady pulled up along side. Flirty as hell, it was obvious she was looking to party. Turning her away, I never got another chance at that one. Her father owns a chain of convenience stores in Fort Smith. I won’t mention her name because everyone knows who she is. She would have screwed me for my dope that night. There was no doubt about that. After all, her best friend told me so later on when I was getting her high and fucking her brains out at the Town and Country Inn. It seems like girls even want a man more when they know that he’s taken. It’s as if it’s some kind of game to them. Let’s see if he’ll take the bait and then when he does, we’ll go to his old lady and rat him out. Guys, ever had anything like that happen to you? I sure as hell have. Hard to know who you can and cannot trust. I usually make the right decision. But not always. I am human, and I’ve made my mistakes in life. Taking away 15 years of my life, and being left alone by all those who “loved” me, “wanted” me, “needed” me, makes me wish I would’ve taken every opportunity I could’ve. You all think I did, but really, I did not. I will say this. If I ever get another old lady I’m going to do my best to be faithful. What I need is to get as much love as I give, to know it’s the real deal. Trust, love, forever. That is how it is suppose to be. In all my worldly possessions, in all my adventures, all the beautiful Bob Barker women (ironic now that Bob Barker products are a main supply where I live), I did truly love. I did give my all. My heart was shattered in a million pieces and like a fool, once mended, I gave it out again and again. Married 3 times. Several live ins. All suppose to be forever and all real to me. When the dope and the money was gone, so was the love the professed from them. Maybe that is just part of that lifestyle. Maybe I’ve always just looked in all the wrong places. Maybe this and maybe that. One thing is for sure, my heart has hardened, and I can love, but I will always love the pussy! And if I give my heart out again, that will be the last rodeo. I will not give it until I am 200% sure. Really there is no sure thing in love, but just as in the dope game, you either retire or it kills you.

Being faithful should be easy since I’ll no longer be trafficking in meth or cocaine. Might be easier to find a lady whose looking for more than a party. Yeah, yeah … I know all you girls are saying, “Tripper! We know you! There’s just simply no fucking way!” But I swear to you all! I’ll try. I really will. “Try,” being the key word to it all of course. After 15 years of loneliness, the loss of a woman’s touch, the loss of all the wonders of a woman, I will be eager, but I will also be damn sure before I jump in with both feet. And all of you readers out there, enjoy the party, but remember, the party does end. Don’t be a fool and end up like old Tripper. Embrace someone when they embrace you. Love like there is no tomorrow. Feel like there is only that sublime emotion of love, so close to pain, some days you aren’t sure if you are feeling pleasure or pain, you just know you can’t live without it.

Better Days….Better Loves….Better Pussy… I am the one and only Tripper!