offer

this morning, i was offered a prostitute.

the warehouse, where i'd go to pick up the USAToday papers, sits in an area where many many hookers surreptitiously roaming its corners. a few weeks ago i saw a big black woman standing in her corner, in the dead of winter, flashing her huge boobs to passing drivers, trying to entice a customer.

i swear, i didn't stop for her. not my taste, i suppose.
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and there are a lot of bars around in the area, too, so it's a common occurance to see cops patrolling the place. one time, we at the warehouse saw a lot of police officers and a buncha squad cars surrounding a white luxurious hummer-limo, and we found out that the cops were raiding the prostitutes and pimps on the job.

so, anyway, it's just something that's there, and i don't think much about it.

but this morning, i was at the gas station nearby when a guy whispered to me if i wanted to buy some weed. i shook my head, and said no. he said, c'monnn man it's good weed i tell ya. i was at this moment still transacting business with the cashier, and was already late for the USAToday delivery anyway, so i waved him off dismissively and turned down the offer.

then he quietly whispered, "hey you want some girls? coz i have lots!"

i had to laugh at the proposition, but i played along. i said, really? how much?

he pulled me aside so that nobody else could hear us, and said, "well, that depends on how many you want," and added, " and what you want them to do...."

hmmmmmmmm, tempting! hikhik.

but i smiled, and politely said no.

i drove off, and then got to thinking: ooo ni musti sebab kita drive puteri yang lawa tu, baru la ada orang nak offer. masa drive kumari dulu suma owang pandang lekeh yeeee??

and i was also thinking about how in my life here in the US, after a good chunk of fifteen years almost, and that i have never ever been to a stripclub, or barhopping, or soliciting the services of hookers, or trying drugs, or smoking weed, or whatever else. not a drip of alcohol ever enters my system. never ate non-halal food too. all these years.

so it begs the question: what the hell is wrong with me???

i have plenty of opportunity to do these stuff, you know. it's not like anybody would find out. God? - sure He will. but nobody else will ever discover my little playful adventures, should i consent myself to do them. i could get laid, i could get high, i could feast my senses with a full naked lapdance, i could drink all the alcohol to my belly's content - i mean, heck, i live with americans and there are beers and wine in my fridge - but i never tried any of these, never consented myself to try any of them.

that's the thing, though. i never allowed myself the chance to even think of trying to be notty. what's up with dat??

i think... hmm, i think it's because, even after all these years away from her, i can still hear ain's voice saying, "iraz... don't."

so i don't.

odd, hm?