XXVIII. THE HAPPY HOOKER
HOLLY TALKS STORY WITH HER MAHU FRIEND
THE GOOD OLD DAYS OF SELLING THEMSELVES ON THE STREETS OF CHINATOWN
How Big Tia Found Happiness With An Older Man; A Lesson For Holly?
(Part Twenty-Eight; Part One is HERE.)
Holly was happy. Tia was her only real friend on the streets, ever. Tia had shown Holly how to survive, how to turn tricks, how to avoid the cops and the psycho's, how to eat, sleep and find a working toilet while homeless. And how to buy and sell crack cocaine.
They had tea and fried rice, and chatted away for hours, while Tia's old man Hoshi the fender repairman fixed Holly's husband's cab. Wouldn't he be surprised and proud of her for getting his cab fixed so fast, and without any money from him, Holly said. Tia asked to see her jewelry. Holly dug it out.
"Oh, no, girl, dat's too nice! Only gonna be maybe one two hundred for dah cah fix. Tell you what, you let me wear da gold and diamond necklace till you get da money, yeah? Oooh, I like da kine!"
"OK. I don't know how long it'll take me. I have to get a real job, first. And I gotta help Kris wit' da rent, you know?" Holly confided.
"Dats OK, honey-girl, I like wear da kine long time, you know. But I give'em back when you get da kine, OK? How it looks on me?"
"Pretty! And, hey, thanks, eh?"
"No worries. So, you off da street, now?"
"Since before Christmas, I guess."
"No more da ma'a?"
"Haven't smoked anything since before Christmas."
"Dat's good, Holly. You getting yah ac' togeddahs, like me," Tia giggled. "Eh, you like smoke some pakalolo?"
"Ah, just some herb, not gonna hurt. All natch'al, like. Here, try little a' dis." Tia took out a small pipe, and placed a marijuana bud in the bowl, firing it up. She inhaled deeply and passed the pipe to Holly. Holly hesitated a moment, and then gave in. She took a big pull and held it in. It was good stuff. In two or three hits, she was wasted. She and Tia sat there laughing hysterically at cartoons on TV, while the clock ticked away. Holly had quite forgotten about Kris.
After what seemed like a really short time, Hoshi came upstairs. "Pau," he said.
"All pau a'ready? Everything fix up nice for Holly?" Tia asked.
"Hai. Wot you get?"
"Nevah you min' wot I gets! I take care of you, you take care of me and my frien', too."
"Maybe I like something pretty, too." the old man wheedled.
"Like wot? You like one necklace, too?"
"No. I like see da kine."
"Oh, you dirty ol' man, you! Eh, Holly, you like show Hoshi da kine? He just like look, you know. He hahmless, dats why. I take care 'a him latahs, yeah? You like show?"
Holly giggled, still very high on the Maui Wowie. "Sure, Poppy. Take one look. You earn 'em!" She laughed as she dropped trou and pulled aside her undies.
"Oh. So ono!"
"Eh, Papa-san, no tastee, on'y lookee! I give you one false crack!" Tia threatened, bunching her big fingers into an even bigger fist.
"OK, OK, OK!" Hoshi whined, trying to get a good look while he could.
"OK, show's ovah, Poppy! I gotta get going. I gotta go shopping, now, too."
"Where you going, Holly?" Tia asked.
"I dunno. What's the closest supermarket?"
"Savaway. But I like Dimes more bettah. Can come?"
"Yeah, sure, excellent, let's go now. Gotta get grinds for tomorrow."
"OK, OK, OK, we go. Hoshi, you like go wit'?"
"No, t'anks. I tiahd. Get me some beer, OK? Whatevah is on sale."
"OK, OK, OK. Less go." The girls put on their shoes at the door, and clomped downstairs to the car. It looked as good as new. Holly was overjoyed, feeling she was really doing something right, for a change. Kris would love this! Her life was getting so much better, in just a few days.
They got gas, then drove over to Dimes Supermarket on Beretania Street and blundered around, stoned out of their minds, grabbing cookies and chips and soda and beer. Holly remembered to buy milk, juice, cereal and coffee, too. She barely had enough to cover it all. They piled it all into the car, and headed back for Tia's place. They passed a Jack-In-The-Crack on the way, and Tia had Holly pull into the drive-thru. "I pay. You get something. I no feel like cook tonight. I get Hoshi a burger to go wit' his beah."
"OK, OK, OK. But I gotta go, den. Getting late. Kris mus' be up by now. Maybe he getting worried. I shoulda lef' him one note. Shoots. I fahgaht."
"Dat's OK, he jus' gonna be mo' hahney, das all."
"I dunno. Shoots, so slow, dese guys! Come on, *ssh*les!!!" Holly, shouted, leaning on the horn. The guy in front of her leaned out of his truck and yelled back, "Eh, try wait!" Holly blew her horn again in frustration. The guy in front shook his head. "Fahkkin' haoles!" he yelled back. Holly started to respond, but Tia held her back. "Relax, girl. Honking not gonna help. You forget where you stay? Try wait, like da kane say."
"Yeah. OK. It's just getting really late. I don't want Kris to be mad at me."
Six cars up ahead, Kris & Tad were just pulling out of the Jack-In-The-Crack with their food, and headed back toward Waikiki, looking for Holly. In a little while, they would be calling the cops on her. The line crept slowly forward. Holly was trapped in it now, with cars blocking her, front and rear in the narrow driveway between two walls. Try wait, Holly said to herself.
[PART TWENTY-NINE TOMORROW copyright 2008 Cosa Nostradamus.]
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