"The Herb, the Needle, the Meth, the Lady of the Night and other Miscellanea"

"Alcohol may be Man's Worst Enemy,
  but the bible says to Love Your
   Enemy," - Frank Sinatra


Have I become Anthony Perkins,
Vince Vaughn in the 98 remake;
of a Motel the caretaker, checking-in
denizens who need a place to rest
their heads, or whatever it is that
they wish to indulge in and...

partake

Why just today I saw many things:


          "The Proposition"

First thing this morning while readying
a room, from behind me a voice was
heard

She said, "I'll Finish if You want to Leave
it this way Baby"

I looked at her with a learned look but
not condescending and asked, "Are You
Sure; this is what I'm here for"

She thanked me but kindly insisted that
she was

I could tell from her face that she was
a...

"Lady of the Night"

wanting to turn in for the day from a
long night working the street, working
her beat

But even still as I departed and began
to close the door I affirmed that if she
needed anything to just let me know

And as she grabbed the door and stopped
it from proceeding she also let me know...

"If You Need Anything, Anything at all, then
  just let Me know"

I said, "Okay," with a pleasant smile

          
          "The Temptation"

Another room held different pleasures,
sundry treasures

I opened the door and the aroma was
overwhelming; the smell of herb inundated
my sense of smelling

Looking around I saw its source, (various
sources to be exact): there was green
scattered everywhere...

On the reading table, coffee table, kitchen
table and in pizza boxes and on the floor

They had been carefully cleaning the stems,
but what they had left was enough to fill a
half of a Ziploc sandwich bag

A lot of green to say and several buds, (I'm
sorry but your faithful Narrator here had to
bag it up and put in a safe place towards
the end of the day)   > ;-)

Then a syringe still filled with the blood
(that one with contamination gear I properly
  disposed of)

Then there was the bag which once contained
the Shit, emptied and licked clean, (I know, I
examined it: sometimes the old Daemons
come back and lick their lips, beckoning
me to the old haunts once again revisit),
nothing but powdered plastic, no
substance, crystalline

The Lust of the Eyes and the Lust of My Flesh,
that is how this day began

Now I'm finishing it with some alcohol wherewith
to wind-down, and soon enough also with some
green...

"Freshly Trimmed from the Stems; fringe-benefits
  of living this fucking American(t) Dream"