I was out drinking all night long, riding home when something went gong. There she was, a prostitute, she looked kinda druggie but god she cute. Standing out front a seedy motel I'm blew out drunk like what the hell. She was young like twenty one, I asked her pimp if she could have some fun. How much to keep her with me until dawn? Four hundred bucks and it was on. He posted up outside the room guarding his treasure, a certified goon. There we were inside our spot and five minutes later she was smoking a rock. I was shocked, I just stared but something burning inside me cared. We talked all night, I passed on fucking, but that glass dick she kept on sucking. She was gone but she was sweet, she was clean but had funky feet. She said her pimp only feeds her rock and pays her shit she can't clean her socks. Together they travel from town to town while he gets paid and she gets down. Behind her life of agonizing she had a beauty that was hypnotizing and I thought, what if I made her mine? Send her to rehab on my dime? Clean her up and wash her hair, all she needs is someone to care. I could help her escape these streets so mean and take her home where the sheets are clean. Help her escape that evil devil and upgrade her life to somewhere on my level, I asked was she down? She couldn't believe it. She started to cry "how do we achieve it". I told her to escape her room and meet me out front exactly at noon and I'll swoop on by and pick you up. Look for me in my big black truck. She was with it, we had a plan, I said goodbye and I kissed her hand. I was determined when I got home to be there at noon and we'd be gone. I laid my head down with dreams of grandeur. Was she there? I'll never know the answer. I overslept and woke up at three, sobered up like what the fuck is wrong with me? I don't want no crackhead fuckin' sleaze, as my girlfriend, shit, please. I laughed it off and went back to bed. She can have that pimp instead. What the fuck was I thinking? I don't want no hooker. I was out all night drinking, I thought she was a looker. My delusions of grandeur made me think I could have her, made me think I could save her.. Damn, I was way too faded up.
