We Have A Buffalo Slut

 Not quite a "buffalo butt," Hailey is only slightly plump, enough to make all of her jeans fit tightly. Bobby said she was fifty one years old, when I had listed her at "thirty something," I think it was, a couple posts ago.

I had kind of reassessed her as 43 before being corrected by Bobby. She has a pretty enough face that it is easy to believe she has had a lifetime to learn how to cash in on that face, and at least figure out how to crash for free at a guy's house who is proud of the fact that she could trust him; even enough to sleep on the same bed without her having to worry about any him making any untoward advances upon her honor.

Bobby seems to be doing more heroin with her around, willing to share it. Ostensibly this is because the methadone clinic has shut down, due to the hurricane, with clients instead being told to check into one of the shelters that have been set up to house people who have been forced to evacuate, with the reasoning being that, while the power is out, it is going to be dangerous to be in the city.

So, in order for Bobby to get his doses, he would have had to check in for a minimum of seventy two hours into one of the places.

Call me cynical, but it sounds to me like some organization is in line to reap some of the FEMA money, and it is probably based upon how many heads they have under their umbrella, so to speak. The Fed probably provides them x amount of dollars, for the care and maintenance of each recovering heroin addict, and so they are trying to pack them in, so as to have a larger top to skim off of.

I can understand them offering that service to the homeless. But Bobby, whose electricity has been on for a couple days now, refused to check into the place, relying instead upon friends who might have "wafers" of methadone for sale, or more direly, the guys who sell heroin on the corner right over there -I'm pointing to my right-.

And, somehow Hailey is nodding out on Bobby's bed right now, as that individual walks past me muttering: "She's gonna have to go..." on his way to the bathroom.

Hailey is a pretty lady, as stated. She has kind of an exotic look like she might be French mixed with something, that gives her a striking look. She lives at Sacred Heart on the 3rd floor, next building over from me, and always seems to be very clean and have nice clothes on.

She suffers from "seeing things that aren't there," and will, at times, go on at length about the dragons and demons that she had seen that day. I wish I could think of specific examples, but the gist of it; is that she is so convincing that I guess it keeps guys from trying to have sex with her; or at least requires of them a transaction of substance, to bring it about.

I guess Bobby was unable to get much more heroin than to keep himself from getting sick, and so Hailey just put on some nice clothes and went for a walk, to return very much high and ready to flop onto Bobby's bed, where she is safe from being molested.

So, as it stands now, I guess I will stay here, with the option of showing up at the Convention Center to board a bus to wherever. That would leave Harold in a bind.