Just like every other morning, Kandie stumbled out of the motel and made her way towards Jorri Rae's Diner. As she made her way down the street Kandie noticed something odd. She could smell smoke. Kandie made her way to the location of the smell, which happened to be behind the library. She had never really been around the library and certainly had never been in it. Kandie was over joyed to see a huge bonfire of books blazing into the sky. Immediately Kandie went and grabbed her bottle of liquor from the bushes behind Jorri's and headed back to the library. By the time the short walk to the library was over, Kandie was drunk. Also, to Kandie's delight some other lovely "ladies" had made their way to the bonfire. Next thing she knew she was running around the bonfire screaming and hollering with all the other women. Her only concern was that some of the prostitutes were wasting bottles of liquor and throwing them into the fire. An odd homeless man walked up to Kandie, obviously attempting to see if Kandie would be willing to have sex. But Kandie knew better than to go for a homeless guy. She simply pointed him in the direction of the other prostitutes. Kandie passed out within an hour.
Kandie only woke up to the sound of giggling and a flash directly in her face. She woke up to see some sort of Asian tourist standing over her taking a picture. Kandie was pissed. She got up, stormed over to the horrified Japanese girl and grabbed her camera. Without even thinking, Kandie threw the camera into the fire. Suddenly Kandie was bombarded by loud and angry Japanese tourists. Drunk Kandie couldn't deal with it. She called over the other prostitutes and homeless men to help her. Minutes of screaming and near altercations ensued. Finally, a translator from the group spoke up and the dispute was settled. Kandie was to repay the translator the way she repays everyone- she made her way back to the motel that night with her new Japanese friend.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Kandie is Ill!- Blog 5
Unsuccessful night would be an understatement. For the first time in months Kandie had slept outside with no one to keep her company other than the occasional harassment by a homeless man. The night before she had to work a late shift at Jorri Rae's, and when she got off she realized her liquor had been stolen. She wandered aimlessly only to find a bottle of gin lying in the bushes next to Wilshire Towers. it was half empty and probably contaminated in some way, but she was too desperate. She drank the rest of the bottle and passed out on the bench in the back alley.
She woke up with a throbbing head ache. Kandie stood, took a few steps, and then vomited. A jogger coming by passed just as she threw up, but he didn't bother to stop. Staggering to Jorrie Rae's, Kandie couldn't decide if she should even work today. But, thinking about the money she went on in and began her shift. Quickly, however, the manager at the diner realized she had to send Kandie "home". Kandie had thrown up on a customer she was waiting on. So, disgusted, angry, and tired Kandie walked around to the front of the diner lied down in the grass and looked up. She didn't want to drink, she didn't want to have sex, and she really didn't even want to talk to anyone. After an hour of relaxing she was awakened by a loud truck and a few men talking. Some fancy armor car was stalled in front of the diner. Kandie was curious0- how much money was exactly in the truck? Who were these men and where was this money going? On any other day Kandie would be drunk and have the energy to approach them, but not today. Kandie was just plain sick (probably from the gin) and she didn't plan on getting up or talking anytime soon.
She woke up with a throbbing head ache. Kandie stood, took a few steps, and then vomited. A jogger coming by passed just as she threw up, but he didn't bother to stop. Staggering to Jorrie Rae's, Kandie couldn't decide if she should even work today. But, thinking about the money she went on in and began her shift. Quickly, however, the manager at the diner realized she had to send Kandie "home". Kandie had thrown up on a customer she was waiting on. So, disgusted, angry, and tired Kandie walked around to the front of the diner lied down in the grass and looked up. She didn't want to drink, she didn't want to have sex, and she really didn't even want to talk to anyone. After an hour of relaxing she was awakened by a loud truck and a few men talking. Some fancy armor car was stalled in front of the diner. Kandie was curious0- how much money was exactly in the truck? Who were these men and where was this money going? On any other day Kandie would be drunk and have the energy to approach them, but not today. Kandie was just plain sick (probably from the gin) and she didn't plan on getting up or talking anytime soon.
Monday, March 15, 2010
FUN DAY! (Blog 4)
All around town Kandie had heard about the carnival, but had never taken the time to actually go. Today was its last day in Wilshire so Kandie decided to stop by after her shift at Jorri Rae's. Kandie was hoping she would be able to get in for free, but wasn't really sure how. She decided to go around to the back side of the carnival and was able to slip under a fence next to the funnel cake booth. As much as she hated little kids and rides like these (other than the Ferris wheel), Kandie realized that she could branch out from her usual men and pick up a new one here for the night. After mingling with a the guy behind the ticket booth and the man handing out candied apples, she caught the eye of a tall, lanky man. He was about as tall as they get with a rough 5 o'clock shadow, jeans, and a ripped polo. She asked him to buy her a ticket for the Ferris wheel and off they went. While the two were at the very top of the Ferris wheel, a huge flash came across the sky and lit up the whole sky. Within an instant it began to rain. Everyone scurried away, except for Kandie and her new man. The once crowded carnival turned into a private, intimate place. The two opened the unlocked and abandoned ticket booth and went in together. After about an hour, the two came out and began to walk to the motel. Waddling across the street was a chicken, all alone. Kandie went over, picked up the chicken, and took it back to the motel.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Interruption (1)
By the time 7 o'clock came around Kandie was ready. It was freezing cold, but the alcohol blanket was starting to take shape around her. She stashed the rest of her Boston's in the bushes behind Jorrie Rae's and made her way down Mercy. After seeing nothing promising in the parking garage she caught eyes with the doorman at Wilshire Tower. From that point on she knew what she had to do. She got straight to the point with him. His tired, hesitant manner only made it more satisfying for her. The doorman claimed he was watching someone's cart and should probably stay with it. After inching closer and closer Kandie could see the quivering wrinkles in his forehead as she reached for her 5th button. He couldn't resist. She moved him into the bathroom down the hall and locked the door behind her. He didn't have to do much. Kandie seemed to always be willing to take care of everything for her men. Just when it seemed like things were finished the lights went out, the fan went off, and suddenly everything was quiet. This didn't stop Kandie from continuing. The doorman, however, stopped abruptly and walked out of the bathroom. Kandie took this personally.
Kandie made her way outside only to realize that the whole town was out of power. She meandered her way across the street to Last Stop. She went to the side of the bar and sat on the rotting wooden bench that was thrown next to the service road. The darkness was going to make eating an adventure for Kandie tonight. She pulled out her foil pouch and began to eat. She never knew what she was going to get. None of it was more than a week old, but not being able to see it made it less appetizing. A bight of chicken fried steak followed by key lime pie, then rice that had mixed with the creamed corn.
Kandie was getting cold and starting to sober up. As she passed by the Wilshire Tower to go back to her stash at Jorrie Rae's the doorman came calling after her. He wanted more. This is where Kandie takes advantage of her men. After five minutes the doorman agreed to buy her a new handle of Boston's and let her stay the night at his place. By 11 o'clock she was drunk again. This time the doorman was too. He followed Kandie all the way down Mercy, onto Katz, and into the Royal Motel. As usual room #12 was vacant and unlocked. Kandie loved this room. It had no windows or curtains, but it was free. Only very few dare go in this room. After kicking away the clothes on the bed from another's stay, Kandie continued where she left off in the bathroom. Then, once again, when things were finishing up, the two heard a loud scream. Even Kandie stopped to satisfy her curiosity. There lay a figure in the middle of Katz Ave. with a gray van stopped right in front of it. The night continued like every other night. Sleeting rain banging against the tin roof filled the background noise. The doorman lived up to his agreement with Kandie and took her back to his place in Wilshire Tower for the night. Kandie was once again gone before he woke up the next morning.
Kandie made her way outside only to realize that the whole town was out of power. She meandered her way across the street to Last Stop. She went to the side of the bar and sat on the rotting wooden bench that was thrown next to the service road. The darkness was going to make eating an adventure for Kandie tonight. She pulled out her foil pouch and began to eat. She never knew what she was going to get. None of it was more than a week old, but not being able to see it made it less appetizing. A bight of chicken fried steak followed by key lime pie, then rice that had mixed with the creamed corn.
Kandie was getting cold and starting to sober up. As she passed by the Wilshire Tower to go back to her stash at Jorrie Rae's the doorman came calling after her. He wanted more. This is where Kandie takes advantage of her men. After five minutes the doorman agreed to buy her a new handle of Boston's and let her stay the night at his place. By 11 o'clock she was drunk again. This time the doorman was too. He followed Kandie all the way down Mercy, onto Katz, and into the Royal Motel. As usual room #12 was vacant and unlocked. Kandie loved this room. It had no windows or curtains, but it was free. Only very few dare go in this room. After kicking away the clothes on the bed from another's stay, Kandie continued where she left off in the bathroom. Then, once again, when things were finishing up, the two heard a loud scream. Even Kandie stopped to satisfy her curiosity. There lay a figure in the middle of Katz Ave. with a gray van stopped right in front of it. The night continued like every other night. Sleeting rain banging against the tin roof filled the background noise. The doorman lived up to his agreement with Kandie and took her back to his place in Wilshire Tower for the night. Kandie was once again gone before he woke up the next morning.
Introduction (Finally)
It started like any other morning for Kandie. Only minutes after the dreary daylight beamed through the window she slipped her way out of the bed she happened to find herself in that morning. She threw on her clothes, only able to button her shirt half the way (the top 4 buttons are gone). She quickly made her way around to the disgusting kitchen. She added whatever scraps she could find to her foil pouch. This was Kandie's breakfast every morning. She quickly glanced at the other figure in the bed to ensure that he was still asleep. Then she left. That was Kandie's number one rule: always leave before he wakes up.
Today was a good day for Kandie. She stumbled out of her hostess building, teeth shatering from the wind penetrating her fish net skirt, and glared up and down the street. Which way was the Diner? That was the only thing Kandie cared about each morning. She was not far this morning. After tilting her head sideways to read the falling street sign, Kandie made her way down Back St. towards the alley. It was like any other walk for her- underdressed and cold, the freezing wind blew her brown frizzy hair uncontrollably as she held down her skirt with her foil pouch. She didn't care. She only wanted to get to the Diner. As she hurriedly walked down the alley, she noticed the usuals still asleep next to D&D. Kandie loved this time of day. It was silent. She was alone. It was the only time she had to herself. Left on Mercy and a short walk brought Kandie to Jorri Rae's Diner.
The next 12 hours of Kandie's day are spent here. Her first hour or two are spent sitting at a table catching up on sleep. No one minds since the diner is rarely crouded. She replaces her fish net skirt with jeans she keeps at the restaurant and throws on her Jorrie Rae Diner t-shirt. By the time 2 o'clock comes around Kandie stops trying to be cheerful and nice. At 4 o'clock she starts collecting. Today is a good day-someone decided not to finish their chicken fried steak and left half of an apple pie. It all goes in her foil pouch for later. By 6 o'clock all Kandie can think of is the handle of Bostons that awaits her after work. She switches back into her fish net skirt and takes off her Diner t-shirt. By 6:30 she is drunk for the first time that night.
Today was a good day for Kandie. She stumbled out of her hostess building, teeth shatering from the wind penetrating her fish net skirt, and glared up and down the street. Which way was the Diner? That was the only thing Kandie cared about each morning. She was not far this morning. After tilting her head sideways to read the falling street sign, Kandie made her way down Back St. towards the alley. It was like any other walk for her- underdressed and cold, the freezing wind blew her brown frizzy hair uncontrollably as she held down her skirt with her foil pouch. She didn't care. She only wanted to get to the Diner. As she hurriedly walked down the alley, she noticed the usuals still asleep next to D&D. Kandie loved this time of day. It was silent. She was alone. It was the only time she had to herself. Left on Mercy and a short walk brought Kandie to Jorri Rae's Diner.
The next 12 hours of Kandie's day are spent here. Her first hour or two are spent sitting at a table catching up on sleep. No one minds since the diner is rarely crouded. She replaces her fish net skirt with jeans she keeps at the restaurant and throws on her Jorrie Rae Diner t-shirt. By the time 2 o'clock comes around Kandie stops trying to be cheerful and nice. At 4 o'clock she starts collecting. Today is a good day-someone decided not to finish their chicken fried steak and left half of an apple pie. It all goes in her foil pouch for later. By 6 o'clock all Kandie can think of is the handle of Bostons that awaits her after work. She switches back into her fish net skirt and takes off her Diner t-shirt. By 6:30 she is drunk for the first time that night.
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