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One night I decided to go to the IHOP instead of Cafe Minnies up in
Seattle. The waitress was a bit rude to me because I had been going there
for the past week only ordering coffee. I didn't see the problem. I sat
outside, I didn't bother anyone, and I always left at least a $2.00 tip.
So there I was at IHOP drinking coffee and eavesdropping. There
really weren't any conversations worth my time so I sat reading my book
instead. The only person I cared to even look at was one of the cute
waitresses who was casually flirting with me until about 3:30 when she left.
After that I only had an hour to kill before the parks opened up so that I
could go get some sleep.
About ten minutes after the waitress left a couple of white trash
whores ended up walking in and sitting at a booth kitty corner from me. One
looked to be in her late 30's early 40's blond small tits, the other looked
to be in her early 20's with auburn hair and average sized tits.
The older of the two ended up inviting me over to their table. Her
name was Mel and her younger friend was named Sarah. Sarah kept rambling on
about her trashy boyfriend and Mel kept telling Sarah not to chew on her
nails or play with her silverware. Sarah was speeding. I hate meth.
When 4:30 rolled around I packed my shit, payed my bill and started
towards the door. Out of nowhere as I was saying goodbye, Mel said, "would
you like to come camping with us? I have a camper and I like to disappear
into the woods every now and then."
I told her I'd think about it and left not giving her offer a second
thought.
[*****]
Two days later I'm sitting on one of the two main areas for street
kids and yuppies happily spanging away my time when I see this guy and a kid
walking towards me with a chow pup. I hit them up for some change and
commented on the beautiful puppy. The guy looked down at his kid said,
"what do you think, will he do?" The 6-year-old blond kid looked at me,
looked at his dad, looked at me again and said, "do you want him?"
A sigh of relief escaped the father almost inaudibly as he then went
on to tell me that Loki is a one person dog not to be passed around. I
assured him with the utmost confidence that I loved dogs and that I'd keep
him 'til he died. The guy handed me the rope and told me that Loki was only
4 months old and was of pure breed. I asked him if he had papers when the
guy just reached down and opened Loki's mouth to show me a Bubble Yum purple
tongue. Then he and the kid walked off leaving me, unrelated, with a new
Chow puppy.
I loved him. Completely and astonishingly, wholly and partially. I
loved him. He made me money. I had Loki with me for only about a half
hour and I had already made about twenty bucks. Previously to Loki I was
lucky to make about $8 or $9 in a day. As soon as I had $40 in my pockets I
walked over to the nearest pet store to buy Loki flea powder, puppy chow and
his own dish. I saved up another $15 where I then bought him a brush and a
collar saving myself some cash for food and coffee later on that night.
Loki seemed to be a bit rambunctious so I thought it might have been
a good idea to take him over to Reservoir Park, a.k.a. Junkie Park. There
were some kids in town who also had dogs. There, Loki could run around and
get rid of some that excess energy puppies always seem to possess.
On the way to the park I ended up running into a couple of girls I
had met before but had not felt the need to talk to. The two junkies both
immediately inquired about my new acquisition. I started to explain whereas
one of the girls started to bitch about not having a dog of her own. She
went on to tell me that she was a dog trainer or at least her family was.
As I expected she looked up at me with one of those girlie princess
looks that make my insides burn with bile and then asked if she could have
him. I glared at her and told her no with as much spite as humanly
possible. Her gaze then turned reproachful a bitter, "if you had a heart,
you'd give him to me," she then implored. "If you had a heart you wouldn't
ask!"
I then continued on my way to the park with a radiant smile knowing
that I had possibly just crushed and enraged a stupid girl. It felt great.
The street rats at the park also inquired about my new income/friend.
I gave them the story and left Loki to run around for about an hour with the
other dogs while I dat back and played chess keeping a suspicious eye out
for potential dognappers.
[*****]
One uneventful evening Loki and I were sitting watching the world go
by when out of nowhere a young female and a young boy walked up to me
accompanied by a guy who looked to be in his late 20's wearing a leather
jacket stopped to admire Loki. The girl fell in love with him instantly.
My heart melted.
The guy in the leather introduced himself as Mark and the two kids as
Sara, 12, and Joe, 15. The four of us loitered there chatting for about 10
or so minutes when Mel, the woman from a few days ago, walks up and kisses
Mark. It turned out that Mark is her boyfriend and the two youngins are her
offspring. The five of us decided to walk down to Street Links to eat.
Street Links is a van that shows up every night to feed the young
derelicts who happen to be hanging out at the college around 9:00 p.m.
PB&J's, tomato soup, water, an apple, hot chocolate and lemonade are all
that make up the meager ala carte that is Street Links. Accompanied by them
is a camper that serves as a medical facility and depot for fresh clean
socks. Socks, especially new, are worth their weight in gold when you're
living/surviving the streets.
After eating and relaxing a bit I brought up the subject of camping
to Mel. I inquired as to when she was leaving again.
That morning around 6:00 am I found myself in a run down dirty camper
that was moving very grudgingly. For the duration of the ride I ended up on
the floor next to the girl with 6 kittens running around, a cat, and Loki on
my stomach. The boy had the upper part of the camper, Mark sat in front and
Mel drove. We were headed to Mt. Baker. I was there because I told the
girl she would be able to keep Loki.
Sometimes, I think, I feel bad about lying to white trash, but then
again sometimes I don't.
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