The Coke Whore and the Muslim

This is the creed I live by. (click on the picture to make it bigger)
3/27/06 Monday
I’ve been gone for a couple of days. There is much to catch up on but first sets start with this morning. “The Coke Whore and the Muslim”. That’s what I ought to call it!! Be a great book, the saga of two people who live very much on the opposite ends of the moral spectrum. Ahmed, the Lebanese Sunni Moslem, devout in his outward show of his faith, using terms like “Sex is illegal…for me”, prays five times a day, eats only Muslim approved (Kosher) food but really a nice guy.
AAAnd in this corner we haaive – Jackie. Folks my one conversation with her was revealing to say the least. (You ought to go back a few days and see what I wrote about it. the date is 3/23). in just a few short minutes we covered getting Crack Cocaine to her having contracted a venereal disease as she did what she could to get dope. I read her in a minute and just didn’t waste time. As she started her “Pleeeze” I stopped her short. So she is street smart and understands how to rule a man with what’s between her legs, at least the right man. Despite her only being 22 she knows how to fish through hundreds of partners, looking for that one she can latch onto till she sucks him dry. Between that and drugs, the god she bows too, often more than the five times Ahmed prays, she is at the other end.

As I wrote this I said “the hell with it” and called Ahmed. I asked what he had wanted when he called yesterday or the day before. He wanted to buy a chess set so he could play chess with Jackie. Fine. I told him they need to settle down. “Your driving the old man crazy with all the yelling and dancing around” I told him. Ahmed asked if I could come over and tell her. In his broken English he said “I I tell her but she don’t listen. You tell her for me. OK? She don’t listen to me, I can’t tell her what to do”. OKKKK Bob. Get on it.

I walked over and knocked on the door. I heard Ahmed yell “Open the door Jackie” and Jackie’s loud nasal and filled with disdain reply. “What door. Why do you want me to open the door?. Kinda sounded like Fran of the TV show “The Nanny”. She wouldn’t open the door so Ahmed did. Jackie came around the corner and just leaned on the wall, giving me a defiant look. The pose she took was amazing like the depiction of prostitutes in movies and TV. I asked her to quiet it down and watched her fidgeting and looking around with her eyes darting from one spot to another. She’s high. “All you got to do is come over here and tell me” she says with indignation. “I just did” came out of my mouth as I looked through her eyes.

With that Jackie disappeared, scurrying to her hole back in the bedroom with a quit bothering me air. Now I look at Ahmed “Hold right there, I’ve got something for you” I said and came back home. Here I found the verse from the Quran that I had printed up the other day.

Avoid those who regard their religion as a hobby, as an idle pastime, and are seduced by the life of this world. Admonish them, lest their souls be damned by their own sins. They have no guardian or intercessor besides God; and even if they offer compensation to God, it will not be accepted from them. This is the condition of those who have been damned by their own sins. They will drink boiling water, and be sternly punished for their refusal to believe.
-Qur'an, Al-An'am, Suah 6:70

You know, if you want to talk to someone use a language he understands. Religion I understand. The guilt and fear of suffering God’s (Or in this case Allah’s) wrath and disfavor is a powerful motivator. It is to avoid this damnation fanatical Muslims strap explosives around their bodies and kill themselves along with as many others as they can. Coming back across the hall I hand it to Ahmed. He is puzzled and begins to slowly read this English version from the book he “Memorized” as a required part of his childhood education. “Where did you get this?” Ahmed asked. “It’s from the Quran” I told him.

Then I took the conversation straight to what bothers me. “That girl needs help. Are you buying her dope?” I bluntly asked. He said yes “But she needs it. She used to do five bags a day. Now she does two a week”. I don’t have time for that level of stupidity or bullshit so I laid it out. “Ahmed, she’s using you and your not helping her. Besides that I don’t like her living across the hall, especially if your buying dope. You need to either get her in rehab or out of here. If you can’t get her help her get rid of her”. I told Ahmed that he wasn’t doing her any good. Ahmed asked if I knew where she could get some methadone to help her kick. He told me she won’t go into a program. I explained again that she needs to do it this way and it would be a requirement for her to receive the methadone. He didn’t get it.

His next protestation was “But that will put her out on the street”. “That’s her choice Ahmed. She goes where she chooses and reaps what she sows. That is the way of life” I retorted. I can see the anguish in him, his culture perhaps is one that does not allow this type of personal degradation. I don’t know but I believe he is sincere in his compassion. That unfortunately gives Jackie a nerve to tickle that gets her, her way.


I feel bad for Jackie and would love to help her but she is dangerous to me. I will look for programs to get her into but will keep a distance. As in many areas of life the path can get muddy and one must take great care where he plants his feet for who knows what danger lies hidden beneath.

I just got back from taking Fred to the Dollar Tree, Aldi’s, and then Walmart. He got some things for Barb. Fred is doing what he can for her and I get a sense of urgency from him on that. I did ok till we were in Walmart. After a bit I was getting dizzy and feeling generally uncomfortable. Too much stuff for me to handle. Ahmed called me while I was out with Fred and left a message to call him back. He’s back on the road with his truck and probably left Jackie behind. I’m not in a hurry to call him. Kind of tired from running Fred. It’s 1:22 folks. I suppose I could publish this and perhaps draw up some ideas for the house.