Okay, we Won't do that again.
It's been a dry spell, so I figured I'd chance the street action in Hartford. Yep. LEO was out in force, but far & few on regular patrols. I'm glad the 'Witching Hour' had expanded since I used to monger on the streets, and the selection was pretty wide, but too many in the wrong direction. I started real early (about 1/2 hour before the bars closed) and stuck to it well after 3. Which, was a bit of a bad idea. Final passes, I spotted only one girl down on the south end. HSW, looked to be late 20's, early 30's. About 7. Said her name was Lisa. At 1st seemed pretty calm. Offered $0. 6, w / cover. Was really hoping for some action downtown, but she instead would only offer a CBJ. Okay, fine. Ended-up dragging me clear across town almost into Elmwood, on one of the lesser lit streets. She was telling me to keep quiet, but this is where things began going downhill. 1st of all, I know I have a sub-compact, the seat doesn't go all the way back, and again, You're expecting me to keep it up, with a shoulder jabbed into my right kidney? She got very demanding that I shoot, to the point she was yelling it! (Okay, granted damn near 4:am, but keep the voice down! You'll wake the neighborhood!) I managed to force myself to bust, despite the demands. Then, when enroute back to the hood, she wanted a tip. (WTF!) She wouldn't leave the car till I passed another Jackson. (so now I'm out $0. 8) Finally out, I headed off to the bank to recover. (this was nearly all weeks play money!) Sorry, this really has turned my taste for the streets, sour. Too many baraccudas.
Wanderer.:Those who wander, aren't necessarily lost!