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Gobucki

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One of the most treasured objects on my bookshelf is a diary a friend gave me. He found it several years ago while living in San Francisco. The previous renters had left in the middle of the night owing back rent, and leaving the place a complete shit-hole. Besides the usual crap you would expect to find in an abandoned apartment, there was a liberal collection of treelimbs and branches, complete with foliage. The bewildered landlord only knew that they were part of some sort of abandoned "art project".

Anyway, while he was poking around all this crap he came across the diary and surreptiously put it in his backpack. Didn't have any time to look at it, but figured it had the potential to be good for a laugh at the very least.

Well, I was wrong. Instead of a few yuks what this diary gives you is a heinously depressing look into the fucked up
life of a stupid person.

All spelling and grammatical errors have been left intact, these are the diary entries verbatim. I've numbered the pages to make it easier for you to follow. She only occasionally puts the date at the top, but i'll include it when she does. Any odd spacing is an attempt to recreate accurately how the original page looks.

Hopefully I can take some pictures to show you eventually.

WARNING: seriously, you might want to cry reading this. Myself, I know I will always be haunted by the question: "Who's Pookie now?"

[font=verdana, arial, helvetica]PAGE ONE

PREFERENCE

(yes, that's right, the entire page is simply one word. An enigmatic beginning, no?!)

PAGE TWO dated 12/91

Lying down on the beach
I leave an imprint in the sand
for you to trace with your finger

walking hand-n-hand
Looking deep in your eyes
There's no other way
I'd love to spend my Saturday afternoon

Playing in the park
soccer
basketball

or just a game of love
behind the backstop
against the tree

only you

(signed) "Peaches"


PAGE THREE dated 12/91

When will the pain go away
I still think about you all the time

Sometimes I shut my eyes
real tight trying to erase
the memory of your face
from my mind.

I loved you so.

PAGE FOUR

I've been thinking about you alot this month. Merry Xmas. I wanted to buy you a tie but I didn't know if it was appropriate to but the person you love more than anything a tie. I've wanted to talk to you so many times. I yearn to hear your voice. Stare at your face. Hold you in my arms. OOOPPSS there I go again when will it go away. I don't want to sound wierd or anything, but if we c an't be in love, 2gether, than I wish I could just forget the last 2 years. They've been so painful. I never thought I would get over you. I still get choked up whenever I hear a song on the radio or see a blue Nissan Pulsar, with a young man

(PAGE FOUR)

I strain to see hoping it's you but fearing if it is.

I miss you so much

I wish I was good enough for you


PAGE FIVE

I'm crying again
It's late and Jermaine and my friend Olga, is here everyone's asleep

as the tears run down my
face.

You're so close but I can't
feel you --------------

I wonder who's taken my place. Who's Pookie now


So I'm a call girl now -- I certainly have the temperment for it. When I look at a man I see $ signs. If he wants to talk to me or spend time it's gonna cost him. I feel so hard inside. I feel I'll never love again.

Only you
[/font]

PAGE SIX

I have a pager, nice clothes
My son. But I don't have you

And I don't want
anyone else


Will I ever?


It's 3 am on a Saturday night well I guess its Sunday actually I have a call in S.SF for 200.00
see ya---

Well it's 5:00 and I feel naseus as hell. I always feel like throwing up after a trick. He was fat, ugly, gross and mexican. His name was

(PAGE SEVEN)

Jesee, forgot what he does for a living, who cares. He belched in my face as he came, finally. I thought he'd never get it over with -- gross, disgusting married man.

gross


Well it's Sunday, and I haven't went out on a call yet. It's been slow. One in Berkly for 250.00 but he wanted someone with blue or green eyes. Jermaine's sleeping and Olga's here. We haven't really been getting along. I have a feeling she's going to push me away. But I hoe we can be friends becuz I'd miss her friendship. It's fine unles she puts demands on me.

Then I go -------


PAGE EIGHT

I want to make 15,000 then I'll stop. Cuz I hate it.

-MLG-

what do you mean ---

PAGE NINE dated 1/20/92

4:30 am
I just got back from the Sheraton (airport) the guy was fast gave me 260.00. I was done in 20 minutes, made him wear 2 rubbers tho. I'm going to make them all do that. I felt naseus afterwards. It has to be in my head. Well I'm still on call we'll see

(bottom of page dated 1/21/92)

Well had a call w/ Vanessa + Roxanne at Fishermans Wharf Hyatt. The guys were cute once we woke them up this morning. He didn't want sex just companionship and a blowjob. That's Kool. He was nice. It's so much easier when thire nice. And I like it when there's no intercourse I really don't like to do it

(PAGE TEN)

unless I love the person. It's usually mechanical I just tune them out and make noises like i'm enjoying it. Once I enjoyed it with this young guy named gregory. He looked and acted like Manuel. Even tho it wasn't. I showed gregory Manny's picture and he tripped out over the resemblance


We're in Pacifica now, I'm so tired I'm going to sleep now -- I've been up 16 hours. It's hard not to party. but i'm going to stay clean. My mind is all I have and I have to keep it clear in order to make this work and things happen.


PAGE ELEVEN dated 1/21/92

Saw Jessee. He snuck out from his wife tonite. Men are such dogs. but easy 200.00 for me. 600.00 saved not bad for 3 days work. Would have more but hotels + living expenses are deep. Jermaine's sleeping it's 6:30 am. My nite has ended. Time to sleep + dream about all the wonderful things I can give my son

--GOODNIGHT--

PS Oh saw michael -- old man, gross in Belmont. I done it in some of the wierdest places. Tonite I did it at a Vet hospital in a storage closet. Trying to act sexy while looking at dog kibble and flea colars.

PAGE TWELVE

Went to the Fairmont last night. Nice hotel wish I had gone under different circumstances. Nice looking, young oriental man from China who builds computers for a living. Gave me 300 dollars to fuck me with a small wine bottle. Pretty weird huh?

Pretty cold.


Went and saw a couple 2 day at the Stars motel - it was fun. 250.00 dollars

PAGE THIRTEEN

Saw Joel 2 day for 200.00 Went to Hot Tubs in Daly City. He gave me some coke. I gave it 2 Jay. I left it in his mail slot with a little note.

I miss him


(bottom half of page dated 1/23/92)

No calls tonite, it's 1:33 am tooooo slow Jermaine needs a bed and we need cable TV and food for the month. C'mon guys CALL ME


PAGE FOURTEEN

Starting to look fat. Tempted to party but I can lose the weight by myself


*THE END*


I really am very sorry to say so, but that's it. That's her last entry, the rest of the diary is blank pages. I know, anticlimactic. I warned ya.
 
Wow....anyone else wanna' go to church?

That is truly sad. The worst part is she's got a little kid. I couldn't even imagine how pathetic and disgusting it would feel to need a hooker. Wow...this girl's diary makes me feel filthy.
 
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I met a guy named Willie tonight. He wanted to fuck me in the ass. I had never done that before but he offered me an extra $50.
It really hurt. I never want to do that again unless I get a lot more money. After Willie was done he told me I wasn't going to shit right for a week. What an asshole. I never want to see him again. My butt hurts.
 
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exhawg said:
Page 15

I met a guy named Willie tonight. He wanted to fuck me in the ass. I had never done that before but he offered me an extra $50.
It really hurt. I never want to do that again unless I get a lot more money. After Willie was done he told me I wasn't going to shit right for a week. What an asshole. I never want to see him again. My butt hurts.
Thanks Hawg. You should know, there was no demand that you post an entry from your diary.
 
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Page 15 I met a guy named Willie tonight. He wanted to fuck me in the ass. I had never done that before but he offered me an extra $50.
It really hurt. I never want to do that again unless I get a lot more money. After Willie was done he told me I wasn't going to shit right for a week. What an asshole. I never want to see him again. My butt hurts.

:slappy: :slappy: :slappy: :slappy: :slappy:

Diary of a call-hawg.
 
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