I was supposed to take a news story and write about it.
Getting ready for another night of hard work.
Gotta get drunk first.
Need money to pay the rent, but I don't got the guts to do this sober.
Polished off that mickey nice and quick, that quenched my thirst!
It's hard living alone.
But I'm not totally alone.
I got my childhood friend selling out her body right along with me.
We're tag team hookers; scum of the earth, but hey..
At least we're making some money.
The alcohol sets in.
Staggering down the sidewalk, dont got much to say about much.
Just heading from Point A to B, destination Main Street.
More business, more degenerates (like me) in that area
Pretty much feeling used and still sore from my last venture out, what a treat.
The income I'll make out of this should be worth it?
I made it, I'm here, fantastic, wow..
Need to start animating myself to lure in potential customers.
"Hey, I'm available if you wanna pay the price!" I yell.
No go, he wasn't interested but whatever, the night isn't over.
He's a loser anyway, that's right.
My friend thinks she can see a cop approaching.
Just look normal, I hate pigs so much.
All they do is add on unecessary heat to my profession.
They're slowing down now, they're such.....
Can't even put a proper insult for them into words.
In conclusion, we got arrested.
Oh well.
Don't care.
Kill myself and go to hell.
Nothing matters anyway, HA!
