Friday, July 25, 2014

Awakening my Inner Bad-Girl: All About Babs

On the record of me at the local police station, it begins with:

Babs Babcock, 16, teenage runaway...

But that doesn't really explain much, does it? I mean, it really doesn't give any circumstantial details, like why I'm a 'runaway', or any of the other interesting facts about my life and why I am where I am today, the choices I have made.

To start with, my father was pretty much absent, basically took off from my mom's and my life when I was, like, 11.  My mother, well, she's a bag of tricks, is she ever.  An alcoholic, in her right, to beat out all other alcoholic, dead-beat parents ever.  Sometimes, if she's nice, she shares her drinks with me but that's only when the night is good, she's feeling fine, the gambling was successful, the guy forked over the money.  Because, you see, as we never have enough money, my mom finds other ways to keep the house and regular expenses afloat and even more so keep her expensive habits active.  Basically, her own brand of legal "prostitution" of herself.  No matter, I think she enjoys it, which is admirable and probably the one greatest lesson in life she has taught me.  Sex, no matter what the situation, can be enjoyable and, in the end, employable.  It can bring great gain, I tell you, she has shown me and I have seen from personal experience.

On a whim, because of this, I left home at 14, headed down to, what is affectionately called "Psycho Beach".  In order to survive, I have learned to hustle, myself and others, in an ongoing pursuit for survival and success, mainly using my body as a means of financial gain, as it were.  And, hey, I really do enjoy it.  Its 'nice work if you can get it', let me tell you.

I first met Roxy after I found myself homeless when a guy I shacked with randomly kicked me out, for reasons unknown to me.  The Steel Kahuna, they call him, and I was immediately enthralled and obsessed with him at first sight, so that power went to his head and he took me into his bed.  Our relationship had to be secret being that I was 14 and he was, well, older.  Perhaps, the fact that the police started snooping around our place had something to do with him just up and kicking me out.  No matter, I found Roxy.  Roxy taught me "the ways of the street".  For the first couple of years, I idolized and looked up to her, mimicked her in every way; clothes, hair, ways of talking.  But, recently I have been finding some form of confidence in my life-style choices and abilities and now I kind of sort of want to break away, branch off on my own.  Maybe, its because I found "Lips", my little minion, someone I can lord power over, at last, and boss around.  Lips isn't the smartest but she needs me, how else would she survive let alone have fun, so in that she is faithful.  In a sense, she is the sister I never had, and even, not sure I ever wanted.  But, there you have it.

I have known the rest of these Psycho Beach people since I was young, since middle school.  We all went to the same school, well until I dropped out.

Victoria is a girl I used to make do my home-work and copy off her in tests.  I think, at one point, she had a secret crush on me and in exchange for her helping me, I let her go down on me.  Once.  Only once.

Mary-lou is the popular girl in school and she and I used to be best friends in middle school.  We both had a mad crush on Ricky and even at one point Bip, wow, can't imagine why?  I started to have some trouble at home, hooked up with The Kahuna, and we just slipped apart.  I'm a little jealous of her because of Ricky, my dream-guy and well, actually, my biggest quest for life.  Also, he plays a huge part in my secret fantasies, you know, to dominate him and make him mine, all mine, ooh, yeah baby!

The Gerk is just this annoying local guy who thinks he's super hot and smart but isn't.  Awhile ago he tried to hook up with me, basically, he kissed me but it was all slobbery tongue so I never let him go any further.  I think he still wants me though, which has its benefits, I assure you.

So, that's my life, in a nutshell.  You'll have to stay-tuned for more details.  I do have a plan that when I die, I'm going to come back as a ghost, walk through walls, and basically scare the shit out of other people.

Babs Babcock is a character from an upcoming film written and directed by Dan McCloy, to be shot locally in Oregon.


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Monday, July 14, 2014

Don't worry, I'm a "professional'

Which doesn't altogether mean I know what I am doing, right? Well, in some ways I did except for my 9 kids and actually raising them, well, I know how to get money for them and for me, more importantly, so at least I've got that, right?

Hi, I'm Leah.

I'll be 32 in one week.  Had my first kid at 21, to be honest, the first AND second were "accidents", but even so, I really wanted the dads to stick around, you know, the happily ever after, white picket fences and all of that...but, like most men, all they really wanted to do was "stick me" and then leave...which really did suck, I'm not going to lie, but then when the third came along and the guy once again hit the door...I thought, why not join in on the fun and play their game, meaning, "stick them" where it hurts, if you catch my drift...

That's when I discovered the magic of child support and that I could make a business out of "popping out" kids.  So, that's when I became the "professional mother" as some say.  I mean, hey, all I have ever really been good at is laying flat on my back with my legs in the air and...can I help it that I'm so fertile? If you wanna play, boys, you gotta pay...

I mean, I gotta get something out of this too, right?

I mean, its like this.  I always wanted to be a lawyer, like my daddy, but then the kids came along.  So, all in all, I'm saying is I can be very convincing...if I'm going to pop them out, why not use my head to and find a way to get the finer things in life?

Poor woe is me single mama and all of that!

I started the professional mom gig with my second daughter, Laycee, and then it was easy to get the previous dads to comply, and, you know, being raised with wealth, I really know how to make my money work for me.  Guess you can say, I know how to get the most bang for my buck!