Fresh Pack of Smokes
Fresh Pack of Smokes
Cassandra Blanchard
2019
Copyright Cassandra Blanchard, 2019
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Blanchard, Cassandra, 1987-, author
Fresh pack of smokes / Cassandra Blanchard.
Poems.
Issued in print and electronic formats.
ISBN 978-0-88971-352-9 (softcover).-- ISBN 978-0-88971-142-6 (ebook)
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for my family
Contents
There is a silence where hath been no sound,
There is a silence where no sound may be,
In the cold graveunder the deep deep sea
Thomas Hood
Part One
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I must have turned a thousand tricks over those six years, you name it Ive done it, the perfect whore, young-looking so the men buzzed around me like bees on honey, you have no idea how many men see working girls for a quick blow job in the car after work before going home or taxi drivers or stockbrokers, all kinds like the author of childrens books or the man who was a politician in Native self-government or probably your boyfriend or husband, there are the real cold mean ones and the okay ones who were not that bad and I mostly had middle-aged married white men and I guarantee that you know someone who has paid for sex; once I did a blow job where he blew his load in exactly three seconds or the vampire-looking dude with a foot-long boner that made me almost piss myself, but its always been strictly business, Ive been around the block for sure. At a Qubcois rehab centre, there was the gender rule, no breaking gender, as in no fucking with either gender and of course I broke that rule multiple times, at night when everyone was asleep I would slide into bed with my woman and quietly make her cum, I couldnt not do it and it didnt help when a chick would get a crush on me, I guess I had to break the rules, it felt so good to be badIve never even been on a date before, it has always been straight to screwing, I guess it would be nice to go out for dinner rather than sleeping with someone in secret, for two years we were together, the violent psycho and me, the pushover, but damn we clicked in the sack and everywhere too like in a semi or on the bus or outside, the only time we got along was when we were fucking, this bitch was a sociopath, I swear her eyes had nothing behind them but even though I was in danger around her, she made me feel safe and made me feel like I was losing the hamster wheel race, seriously though, Ive had enough to last me three thousand years and thats nothing to be happy about, being for sale aint nothing to be proud of.
Beginnings
In the beginning I had no real knowledge of drugs as they came into my life through a series of bad decisions and being in the wrong place at the wrong timeI look back and think of how naive I was; it all started with a panhandler, her name was Anna and I always gave her change and one day I sat beside her and that became a routine until someone else came by and she was a snaky manipulative thing called Jane. Soon we started hanging out and she cut up a line of crystal meth for us, I was a little drunk and snorted that up rather quickly as I thought it was crushed ecstasy, not jib, and the next couple days were spent snorting and drinking and hallucinating green army men on the mountains, I never smoked crack until a few months later as I realized that meth was destroying me like how jib was coming out of my pores or seeing shadow beings or rotting my mouth, so when a friend lit the pipe for me I was stupid and glad for it as the high was better even though I wanted more as soon as possible, so there it was the beginning of the long spiral down, sometimes I look back and think how dumb I was and how thorough this addiction was and that being too trusting and believing in the good in people was my downfall.
The Fuzz
Ive had my share of dealing with the police and Ive noticed things over the years, like the fact that female cops are stricter than males, it seems that theyre trying to prove something cuz theyre women and dont want to seem weak, they search people more too, I admit if I see a cop nowadays my heart does a tiny little jump cuz for so long I kept six and tried to avoid them as much as possible, and how funny it was when cops walking will clear a block faster than anythinglike a scattering of ratsbut the most intense encounter Ive had with the fuzz was when I threw knives at them wanting them to shoot me but they didnt and instead I got tackled so violently I limped for the next couple months, some are not that bad though like the woman cop that carries around a Ziploc bag of cigarettes who gave me and my friend a smoke instead of telling us to clear out or the cop who talked to me about rehab and treatment or the cop who let me go a few times, of course there are the pricks and cunts who walk around reeking of arrogance and riding a power trip with their flashlights and gloves and handcuffsonce when I was very green and got searched and the cop took my pipe and told me I could be arrested especially if there was lots of resin and then he gave it back to me and told me he was trying to school me and to get lost, needless to say I was small potatoes to him, its a contradiction because its great not having them around but having them around gives a feeling of protection what with all those nasty predators stalking about.
People
Of course this place is full of goofs and predators and victims and murderers and it plays by the rules of money and drugs and sex and you will meet the worst of the worst and learn how cold hearts can be, but there are also those who still have humanity and its those people I remember the most, like those who opened their rooms for me when I was cold and messed up or the man who didnt even get mad when I puked inside his car or those who told me their heartbreaking life stories and who walked always on a sharp edge living in the darkness and rain, women who had children they barely saw, or werent allowed to see, and families torn apart by addiction, this thing called life, this sadness carried through time; these people will be forgotten and will disappear and fade away and their kindness will go into shadows.