Royal Rimjob
Today at the homeless clinic I saw a name I didn't recognize on the sign-in sheet.
"Do you know who this is," I asked the security guard, showing him the name.
He laughed. "Somebody's fuckin' with you."
So I went outside and asked one of our regulars. "Queen of the South? She just left, I think."
"That's really her name?"
Yvonne looked at me through her thick glasses and shrugged. "She said that's her name, so I didn't ask any questions."
The Queen of the South returned about twenty minutes later and I gave her some forms to fill out. She handed them back, and had actually written "First Name: Queen / Last Name: South". And she put her birth date as 1989, although she looked at least 35.
She said she didn't know what to put under "Recreational Drug Use" and when I asked her if she'd done any drugs she acted like she didn't understand.
"Have you ever smoked crack?"
"I eat crack. I don't smoke it."
Sweet.
"Do you know who this is," I asked the security guard, showing him the name.
He laughed. "Somebody's fuckin' with you."
So I went outside and asked one of our regulars. "Queen of the South? She just left, I think."
"That's really her name?"
Yvonne looked at me through her thick glasses and shrugged. "She said that's her name, so I didn't ask any questions."
The Queen of the South returned about twenty minutes later and I gave her some forms to fill out. She handed them back, and had actually written "First Name: Queen / Last Name: South". And she put her birth date as 1989, although she looked at least 35.
She said she didn't know what to put under "Recreational Drug Use" and when I asked her if she'd done any drugs she acted like she didn't understand.
"Have you ever smoked crack?"
"I eat crack. I don't smoke it."
Sweet.
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wow. wow. wow.
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