We find our subject asleep in what you can call a bed. It's an old dirty futon mattress in the corner of a bedroom. The door creeps open as a thin woman wearing a blue sweater dress and bad wig creeps in.
Frank. Frank!! Frank!!!! Wake up!!! What the hell? What the hell is what I wanna know. What do you want Francis. I need your help Frank. Let me guess, you need money. Damn Frank, why does it always gotta be about money? I know you. Well, I gotta pay my light bill and get my hair done. What do you think, I'm made of money? Come on Frank, if you don't help me, who else will? What the hell is that Francis? Nothing! I know track marks when I see them. You want money to shoot up. Whatever Frank, I'm not a junkie. Screw you, and get out Francis! Go ask one of your boyfriends for money.
Frank doses off. A few hours later he awakens. He doesn't remember what happened the night before. He's got a splitting headache. As the sun shines through the window he realizes that it's morning. He sits up to gather his bearings.
What the hell? What is that? Francis must have left her purse. I wonder what she has in here? What the hell is she doing with my wallet? The bitch took my money. Did she steel my wallet since I wouldn't give her money? Oh hell no!! She left her needle and spoon too. I'm gonna beat that ass when I see her again. I can't believe this bitch.
Frank stands there dumbfounded. Scratching his stomach. He decides to take a shower. He exits the room to make his way down the hall to the bathroom. As he steps into the hall, he notices a blue garment on the floor. He picks it up and realizes it's Francis' dress. He also notices her high heels strewn on the floor. Before he enters the bathroom, he notices something peculiar. He sees a wig on the floor.
Who does she thinks she is leaving her stuff here. Hey Francis where are you? I want my money back. What the fuck?
Click! Frank flips the light switch. As the light hits his eyes, his refection startles him. Frank realizes he is wearing full make up. Blue eye shadow, and bright red lipstick. His right arem is swollen in the joint with rough prick marks, dark around the holes. Frank finally remembered what happened last night.
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