...I'm getting under your skin, Jodie. The more you bitch, the more I'm going to keep exposing what a cancer you are on the neighborhood, and keep reminding you how much the good mothers in this area are tired of seeing your junkie arse skulking around looking like a zombie.
Yesterday 8/14/10, she actually had the nerve to have her john wait for her on Bayard St. while she had another woman take her kid down the street while she scored her dope. The poor lad gets dragged away from the person he thinks is his mom (though using that word in reference to Jodie is a stretch) while Jodie finds her "medicine", and then hops in the van with the very nervous looking older gentleman as they ride off for a date; Jodie was mumbling all the while some sort of under her breath complaint about that guy "who puts her on the Internet every time I turn a trick". Like that's going to make me quit detailing her efforts to keep shitting up our neighborhood.
Hint to the dweeb who picked her up: if you keep checking your mirrors nervously and watching to see if she's coming back and who she's coming back with like a paranoid geezer scared by all the black people around...it's A) pretty obvious you're not relative or a friend, and B) probably a sign you need to find a healthier way to get off. Get yourself some KY and a subscription to a porn site and stay the fuck away from here, dirtbag. And Jodie probably wonders why Child Protective Services is investigating her.
Late model Chevy conversion van, black. Around 545pm. MD tags 22786M1. Sarge, do your worst, and remind the guy just how unwelcome he is.