Culture on the Cheap
From The New York Shitty Photo Pool, Part II: Sarah
Taken by Chris Arnade, who writes:
The traffic gave Sarah more time to fix her face. Not that it mattered much, the man waiting at the motel was blind.
Rosy, Sarah’s new friend she met in Rikers, watched her, telling her what to expect. He likes to lie on the bed and smoke crack, makes it hard for him to get it up. We just got to suck it. Eventually he gets all paranoid and leaves. Then we can use the room to shower.
$300 for two women for two hours. Usually Rosy pays her boss $180 of that to drive her and wait. Rosy is pissed at her boss though. That bitch. Always telling her what to do, trying to keep Rosy from using the crack. “That is my pipe, my drug. I can do what I want. I am the one sucking some limp dick. My boss? 68 year old woman, been hiring out younger girls all her life.”
Sarah just got out from a week at Rikers, a week of going cold turkey, of only 25 mg of methadone the first day and then 20 mg, then 10 mg, then nothing. Meeting Rosy in there, that was a good thing. Having another girl to work with was like being back in high school, sitting around making jokes, laughing.
Rosy, running on crack, kept looking at Sarah and laughing, “What you putting on make-up for. He is blind.”