The storm had finally let up. My heart sank as I swept the pools of water from inside the hallway and out into the adjoining parking lot. If this is part of "god's plan" for me, I must not be in on the joke. With beads of sweat running down my face, I watched in slight awe at what came floating up from the dark puddles. Crack pipes, used condoms and cigarette butts, just to name a few. I couldn't help but think of the people who belonged to these unsavory items. I see them every day. I rent them rooms to drink for days on end, fuck their whores and smoke their crack. Don't get me wrong, we do occasionally have the normal passerby who just legitimately needs to sleep or is in town to visit their aging parent at the nearby convalescent home, but for the most part, they are up to no good... These are my stories of "The Inn"

Saturday

Oh So "Precious"


I watched her exit the passenger side of the red suv from inside the safety of my office. My little nook and cranny. This was my first week at "The Inn" so I would say I was a little less than prepared for the crazy stories and whacked out people that were about to become part of my everyday life. At first glance she looked like a woman who somewhat had her shit together. Little did I know that up close it was a whole other story.
She said "You can call me Precious", with a raspy voice, telling me right away that she would most likely need a "smoking" room. Her partner had now entered the building and they were def a strange match. He was around 60 to 65 with thick coke bottle glasses and a large beer belly. He had a messy head of grey hair and a short beard that covered his pasty white skin. Now Precious, she was a sassy one to say the least. She had on a hot pink leather jacket that popped against her deep black coloring and a spiky black wig that framed her perfectly made up face. Only when she opened her mouth could you tell there was a lack of teeth in there. She was a tiny thing, maybe 5'4 and 115 pounds but her personality was larger than life.
Over the next few weeks they requested many a things of my boyfriend, who also manages the property. First off was a whole lot of ice. Sometimes she would even come up to the office to get some. Smoking a cigarette, wearing no shoes or pants and a small t shirt just big enough to cover what I am pretty sure might have been a penis under there. Always asking my man to come to their room to "fix something", unbeknownst to him he would be greeted by a rigged porno set up playing on the t.v. and a scantily clad Precious asking if he would like to "get high" with her. I always thought it was strange but maybe that shit worked for them sometimes. Who knows?
I never found out where they came from, or why they were here but they ended up having one too many visits from the cops for domestic disputes and were eventually asked to leave. I will never forget her in her pink cowboy boots, leather jacket and jean skirt with slightly disheveled wig cocked to the side screaming obscenities to her boyfriend as he drove off to avoid the predictable red and blue lights that were soon to follow.