it was sometime during the summer, the year 2020. it wasn't too late at night, maybe around 10pm. i found myself in a surprisingly decent motel room in manhasset, new york, behind a chinese restaurant. i was there with my partner, trying to get powder and pills we had sold. when we got there, i quickly realized i despised everyone in the room with us. they were just the most degenerate, awful, scummy people you could ever meet. there were six of them, and i know as of today, two of the six are dead, but i wouldn't be surprised if the rest of them followed suit.
two of the people there were brothers, puerto ricans, ages twenty-two and seventeen. the older one is one of the two that are no longer alive. when we first got in the room, i let my backpack down on a table. i had a bag of personal pills that i would take, in the side pocket of the backpack. i swear to God i must've taken my eyes off this bag for 30 seconds and one of these pieces of shit stole it, and then pretended to not know what i was talking about. it makes me feel good when people like this die young.
anyway, i take the opportunity of being in a paid-for motel room to sit my ass down and have all my customers come meet me there. ill make use of these junkies one way or another. they were all half asleep on my painkillers anyway. it was a saturday night, so a lot of people were stopping by the motel room to buy cocaine from either me or my partner. we just set up shop. as it got a bit later, probably around midnight, one of the junkies came back in the motel room with two new guests. these new guests i was not so upset about. they were two lesbian women, not attractive at all, tough, street lesbians. i was happy about there presence because they were both very kind, one was quiet, and the other was very talkative, and funny. the louder one was the masculine one in the couple for sure. she was big for a woman, both in height, and build, "butch." but wow did she have some charisma, i wonder where she is today and what she's up to.
at one point she was in the middle of telling a story when all of a sudden, we hear heavy labored breathing coming from one corner of the room. everyone in unison darts their eyes in that direction. the younger, 17 year old puerto rican kid was leaned all the way back in his chair, eyes rolled all the back, making that horrible sound every opiate dealer knows very well. death rattle. everyone in the room is shocked, the older brother starts freaking out and breaking shit in the room, because that's the type of idiot human he used to be when he was alive. while he was being of no use, the butch lesbian goes to work, trying to revive the kid. she's slapping him, throwing cold water on him, trying CPR, every junkie revival trick in the book, at least my book. she then says, "hold on, im gonna try something, it might be weird but i've seen it work." she puts her hand in the boys pants, and starts jerking him off.
"it gets your blood flowing, i dont know if it works for chicks." after about twenty seconds of it, the kid opened his fucking eyes. i couldn't fucking believe it. him and his brother started hugging and crying. he made him swear that he would never do it again, but i'd bet everything i love that he's done it again.