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Ok. The first to once and for all here it from my own mouth. I've never actually said it. Ive had a hard time discovering and learning about my self and i still am . so here it goes; I am Bi-Curiouse. Congradulations my friends, you are the first, the one and only... For now.

2310 The last time you heard from me, i was confused and helpless. drowning in quicksand made of coke. That same week I had dropped out of my studies, left the house, took a plane to amsterdam, and kind of dissapeared for a while. I just had to get away. From there, I decided that I would live on my own. With no help or cheeting or money from my parents.

Amsterdam is like a spiders web made of canals witht the trolli station thing at the heart of the web. I got lost very easily. I came there with the desire to learn to depend on only my self, but soon found out that when living this way, you had to depend on other people. The only people you could truly trust was everybody. When I asked for diections, what I was eating, how much things were; it was all trust. I had to learn to trust complete strangers. And I'll tell you something: only in America will the worste come of you living like this.

So, I made friends quick. they let me scrash at there homes. Such nice people there. But, with no money I soon became hopless. Desprate. desprate for drugs and alcohol. Lucky me, I knew what i was thinking comming to Amsterdam. It is the sex and drug capitol of the world. It was not long till I found a club to visit every night where I could find people that would want to have sex with me for money or drugs. Who knew these foreign girls were such freaks in bed. A prostitute, no, I dont like that word. More like an escort I was. A jigalo, a manwhoar? I ended up accepting more drugs than money. Which ment less food and more highs. It wasnt long till I was kicked out of my new friends home. I had to find a new place every night. Usually It would be the girl I escorted that night. sometimes I was unlucky and found my self in an allyway.

It wasnt long until the first guy hit on me. Thats when i found out I could get a lot more money from these guys then these cheep girls. It was great. For the first time, I was able to survive a day with all the drugs , food and entertainment i desired. The second to last day there, I had four escorts. I decided to stick with guys with bigger pockets. The last one was actualy a very well known succefull drug dealer in amsterdam. A liitle older than I usually would do, but how could i resist his fat wallet and surplus of coke. I almost over dosed that ngiht; so he said. It was the most horrifying feeling in the world.

I looked in to the mirror the morning after. It was sad. The way I looked. Only the word JUNKIE could describe what i saw in the reflection. I couldnt even recognize my self. That afternoon, I let go of this mission in amsterdam and called who I thought I would never call again. My father; Who got me home that day and rehab the next.

0556 It was almost to easy.

I had Alex follow Mrs. Tate's ride until we had finally arrived at her mysterious location near the valley. When we arrived in the line of cars for the carpet; it was then that i noticed we were at a car auction. While impatiently waiting in my limo I seemed to loose track of my pray. Who knew what car she was in? everybody arrived in black or white limos just as fucking I. But, that didn't stop me.

Durring the cocktail party before the sales had started , I bumped in to an older but very attractive woman. She had long black hair with brown eyes. Nice golden tan and a sleek black dress. She was covered in diamonds. Her neckles almost blinded me. Well, she cursed at me for bumping in to her. I was shocked upon her rude remark and walked slowly backward starring at her; until I ran in to some other couple of people nocking drinks to the floor. And then the usher walked as he rang his bell. Ding ding... Ding ding...

Before taking my assigned seat, i had slipped one of the employes some money to tell me what number seat a Mrs. Tate were to be. "101", he said. I ended up sitting far from her; opposite ends, pretty much. The old hag was not old at all. But she was fat. And ugly. I slipped down in to my chair in disapointment. I thought this chicks mom would have some kind of resemblance to her daughter! Her attractiveness muct have come all from her father. twenty minuts pass as I ponder of other solutions to get my revenge. Until, I see the blinding woman in the black dress walk in as if she was looking for someone. Maybe me? I was hoping.

No. She walked twords the other side of the theatre. And took the seat of the old ugly woman in 101. And the fat chick moved over to the seat next to her in 102. Could you beleive that!? The older woman I had fancied earlier was Mrs. Tate. "I'm back in the game...", i whispered to my self.

Time passed. Until Mrs. Tate finally made a bid on a black 1959 Porsche 356. A way to get a womans attention is to make her hate you. Going back to childs play when you picked on the girl you liked. So, I bid against her. I ended up winning the bid and she was pretty pissed off. I could tell by the way she gave me the birdy and lipped the words "fuck you". I immediately called Alex, my driver to slash her limos tires.

She stood helpless and frustrated yelling at her driver to hurry up. He strugled with the jack not knowing how to use it. I pulled up next to her in the Porsche.

"You...", she said as if she was talking to her husband who she just caught sleeping with another girl.
"It seems your having some trouble."
"Do you think you can give my driver a hand?"
"No, I won't give you hand."
She rolled her eyes and started walking twords the open door of her now lop sided limo.
"But, I'll give you lift."
The woman flipped her long silky black hair as she turned back to me and crossed her arms. A smirk appeared on her face as she lifeted up one eyebrow.