Maya was the most intense woman I ever met in my life. She scared me and she knew it. I met her when she went out with a guy I was in a band with. She went with him a couple of years before. Now they have one of those loose relationships. She would come by the place we used to live and practice. She and my pal would go some place and fool around as she pulled him away by his belt. I used to hate that helpless look he'd have when she did that.
She turned tricks when she needed money for drugs, which was most of the time. Once, she came by the place and asked if we were hungry, we were always hungry in those days. She smiled and said she'd be back soon. In a few hours she returned to the house with a bag from a delicatessen. I asked where she got it from and she laughed like the witch she was and yelled "TURNING TRICKS YOU FUCKHEAD!!" Then she made a grab at me.
I always teased about not wanting to get leprosy from her. This just made her fuck with me more.
She always won.
I saw her one day walking crookedly west up Santa Monica Boulevard thumbing down east bound traffic wearing high heels, fishnet stockings and a black tank top with a red swastika on it. Her makeup was running and she looked like hell. A car picked her up across the street from AstroBurger and off they went. I didn't bother to tell my friend about it, he never talked about the crazy shit she got up to and no one ever brought it up when he was around.
A few days later we got a call from a clinic near the airport, Maya was there with a broken jaw some John had given her in lieu of payment. Our number was the only one she knew. I remember the look on my friends face; tired and resolved. He silently took the keys to the van and went to get her. He didn't bring her back and none of us asked where he put her.
I didn't see or hear about her for a couple of years after that. The next I heard about her is when we got a call from a clinic; someone had broken her jaw. And an added bonus was that she was pregnant and had hepatitis. My friend went off and dealt with it.
A few months later she wound up on our doorstep. A few hours after her appearance at our hovel she had dragged two old men back from a corner bar and serviced them in our bathroom. None of us had the guts to ask her not to bring her clients back to our place. Finally, one of us asked her and she was amazingly cool about it. With Maya, any coolness was just the calm before the storm.
That night she took a can of contact cement and got high with it in the bathroom and passed out. We broke in, and got the glue drenched tee shirt off her face and took her outside for some fresh air. She was mad at us for saving her. She said she wanted to die and that we were motherfuckers for trying to stop her. The next night she found the glue can and ran off to a nearby field with it. One of the guys was walking to the store, saw her in the field and ran over to her. She was passed out with a small towel dipped in glue lying next to her face. Again, we revived her.
She left the next day after cussing us all out and taking a few swings at me. The next time I saw her was a year later in Hollywood, she was living with a fellow junkie and prostitute, a slim guy named Benny with bleach blond hair that worked a stretch of Santa Monica Boulevard called "Boys Town". The last time I saw her, I teased that her and Benny could share clothes. The last time I heard about him, he had gone out on a drug scoring mission and got snuffed. I never heard from or about Maya again.
Maya once talked about a girl she helped commit suicide. She was a friend of Maya's. I think the girl bought drugs from her. Most of the people she knew were either prostitutes or drug addicts doing small crime to get the money to score.
Anyway, this young girl wanted to check-out so Maya sold her some downers and took her to Errol Flynn's old mansion which was at this point an empty pile of rubble and an empty pool on top of a hill in Hollywood. The place was frequented by a wild crowd that liked to party there. I went a few times but it did nothing for me, a bunch of guys getting high and scary girls getting fucked in the bushes. During the day the place was pretty much deserted.
Maya took the girl there one afternoon and fed her a bunch of pills and made her wash it down with a lot of milk. Maya said it helped you die better. The girl choked on her own vomit and died. Maya watched.
She tossed off this story like she was talking about her shoes, like it was nothing
She turned tricks when she needed money for drugs, which was most of the time. Once, she came by the place and asked if we were hungry, we were always hungry in those days. She smiled and said she'd be back soon. In a few hours she returned to the house with a bag from a delicatessen. I asked where she got it from and she laughed like the witch she was and yelled "TURNING TRICKS YOU FUCKHEAD!!" Then she made a grab at me.
I always teased about not wanting to get leprosy from her. This just made her fuck with me more.
She always won.
I saw her one day walking crookedly west up Santa Monica Boulevard thumbing down east bound traffic wearing high heels, fishnet stockings and a black tank top with a red swastika on it. Her makeup was running and she looked like hell. A car picked her up across the street from AstroBurger and off they went. I didn't bother to tell my friend about it, he never talked about the crazy shit she got up to and no one ever brought it up when he was around.
A few days later we got a call from a clinic near the airport, Maya was there with a broken jaw some John had given her in lieu of payment. Our number was the only one she knew. I remember the look on my friends face; tired and resolved. He silently took the keys to the van and went to get her. He didn't bring her back and none of us asked where he put her.
I didn't see or hear about her for a couple of years after that. The next I heard about her is when we got a call from a clinic; someone had broken her jaw. And an added bonus was that she was pregnant and had hepatitis. My friend went off and dealt with it.
A few months later she wound up on our doorstep. A few hours after her appearance at our hovel she had dragged two old men back from a corner bar and serviced them in our bathroom. None of us had the guts to ask her not to bring her clients back to our place. Finally, one of us asked her and she was amazingly cool about it. With Maya, any coolness was just the calm before the storm.
That night she took a can of contact cement and got high with it in the bathroom and passed out. We broke in, and got the glue drenched tee shirt off her face and took her outside for some fresh air. She was mad at us for saving her. She said she wanted to die and that we were motherfuckers for trying to stop her. The next night she found the glue can and ran off to a nearby field with it. One of the guys was walking to the store, saw her in the field and ran over to her. She was passed out with a small towel dipped in glue lying next to her face. Again, we revived her.
She left the next day after cussing us all out and taking a few swings at me. The next time I saw her was a year later in Hollywood, she was living with a fellow junkie and prostitute, a slim guy named Benny with bleach blond hair that worked a stretch of Santa Monica Boulevard called "Boys Town". The last time I saw her, I teased that her and Benny could share clothes. The last time I heard about him, he had gone out on a drug scoring mission and got snuffed. I never heard from or about Maya again.
Maya once talked about a girl she helped commit suicide. She was a friend of Maya's. I think the girl bought drugs from her. Most of the people she knew were either prostitutes or drug addicts doing small crime to get the money to score.
Anyway, this young girl wanted to check-out so Maya sold her some downers and took her to Errol Flynn's old mansion which was at this point an empty pile of rubble and an empty pool on top of a hill in Hollywood. The place was frequented by a wild crowd that liked to party there. I went a few times but it did nothing for me, a bunch of guys getting high and scary girls getting fucked in the bushes. During the day the place was pretty much deserted.
Maya took the girl there one afternoon and fed her a bunch of pills and made her wash it down with a lot of milk. Maya said it helped you die better. The girl choked on her own vomit and died. Maya watched.
She tossed off this story like she was talking about her shoes, like it was nothing