Shona is a vile, stinking 50-something homeless street person with no teeth and a bad down habit. I picked her up off Congress Street late one night when she sat on a doorstep that was a common pickup spot for prostitutes. When I realized how old and yucky she was (no top teeth, among other infirmities), trying to avoid the awkwardness of just ordering her out of the car for being ugly, I told her I only wanted to buy drugs. She said sure, so I handed her a couple hundred bucks and she had me park in a driveway off Cumberland Ave and wait for her. She never came back. I did this again a few nights later, with an identical result. I was completely and effervescently stupid.
Shona used an expression, “I swear on my children,” which she enunciated in a low and ominous vocal timbre; and both times she said it, she afterward knowingly and baldly ripped me off. Shona was a junkie crack ho of the lowest order. She had a place on Cumberland Ave, and also hung out near the homeless shelter. She did have children, but I know not whom or where or how numerous they are, nor how they fared after their mother’s repeated maledictive oaths.
When bitchez swear on their children, you’re about to get fucked over. Fact.
Bitchez 