Chronicles of a Crackhead Lady: I Know You.
- Dec 14, 2018
- 2 min read
NORTH LAS VEGAS, NV - She showed up again early this morning, the crackhead lady. We spoke outside because I didn’t want to let her in. She asked if I can make her some breakfast cause she’s hungry. I told her I’ll make you something but first I have some questions to ask you if you don’t mind. She said ok I don’t mind, and this is how the conversation went.
Me: how you know about Belize. (I asked her this question because yesterday she said I sound Belizean) Her: I know you.
Me: How you know me? Her: remember the first time I met you I was grinning from ear to ear?
Me: I don’t remember. Her: I recognized you that’s why I offered you what I had (meth). Because I wanted you to be my friend.
Me: I’m confused. If you know me then you know I don’t do drugs. Her: I know. But I wanted you to like me.
Me: so how you know me. Her: you know someone I know.
Me: who? Her: my husband. He’s Belizean. He used to take me to Belizean events at Hollywood Park and you would be there taking pictures. I see you all the time.
My head snap back. Me: what’s your husband name. Her: I can’t tell you, you know him.
Me: why didn’t you tell me you was married? Her: it’s sad. I developed a habit and he left me. I got my kids taken away and now he has them. They are better off with him anyway.
Me: What’s your name? Her: Patricia. I think I told you before.
Me: if you did I didn’t remember. why don’t I remember you Patricia if you know me? Her: because you only like pretty girls.
Me: (I chuckled) I’ll make you some breakfast. Her: can you make it to go? I’ll wait here. I got to go to the county office to get my food stamps card.
I told her sure. I made her a breakfast sandwich, she thanked me and left. This ends the Chronology of The Crachead Lady. I will now refer to her as Ashley.
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