Cocaine Pig

An Ocean Of White Magic Powder

Andrea who is also known as Andy by her friends and family just woke up from the most deepest hallucination and the deepest sleep of her life. ‘Fuck, that was a powerful powder, I have to get some more. Mikey, Mikey’. Andy shouted for her brother very harshly, he was always there when the drugs were flowing in hard, he was a bit of a mooch, or more like a leech much like his father was when he was around Denny Pig.

‘Alright, you fucking lazy fat ass pig’. Mikey Pig roared back at Andy, he hated to be bossed around and he was bossed around a lot by Andy, she humiliated him most of the time. But he never made it easy for himself either, he had no job his Australian visa was out of date as was Andy’s visa, they were helping there uncle in New York with a very run down apartment building, in a very rough inner city area in the Bronx.

'Mikey, I said come in here and I'm not fat it's fucking glandular. I want more of the white magic powder, you bought off Tim Porkupine Schmidt, the prickly sneaky little cunt who nearly poked me as he kissed me over the weekend'. Andy groaned enormously loud, with a deep husky snort and a squeal. 'Alright, stop shouting at me, you go get ready for tonight, I'll give Tim a call on the cell. When you are ready we will grab a takeaway then head out to sell our own supply White Diamond that's still selling strong with the locals'. Andy got up to head for the shower and Mikey ran Tim.

During the cell call, Andy Pig was beautifying herself up, shower to scrub her flabby body, her face, her neck then her chest, arms, armpits and then down to her jiggly belly, glutes, hips and legs. She girggles the water and oinks very loudly in the hot steaming shower. She sings the most horrible tone of voice, it was so loud it cracked the mirror every time in the bathroom and everytime this happened she shouted out for Mikey 'I need the stinking glue to fix the mirror'. she shouted. 'Alright, ya fat mare'. Mikey always replied back.

Meanwhile..

'Yes Tim come by for a drink, a few before we get a takeway, we will drink, eat then go out to the clubs and sell White Diamond and I really feel we can connect our businesses yours and my sis's to sell The White Magic Powder too, what ya think? Tim paused on the other side, he grunted, and snorted as though he was sniffing up his supply while he was processing to himself what Mikey had suggested to him. 'Sure, Mikey lets talk business a shared commission, speak soon pal speak soon.'

And with that Mikey disconnected the cell he sat down on the sofa in the flat building attendants office, it was a medium room, grey and brown between the walls and carpet, one dying plant in the corner they never looked after their mama's plant properly she was a nice lady too a witch, but she wasn't around much. She was busy living her own life, working and taking care of Andy and Mikeys grandma. She was old and weak so she needed to be taken care of at her flat, where Mikey lived and took care of her.

Mikey hears a rumble coming down the stairs, it's Andy she comes down naked, she goes to the laundry room to get her clothes. There she dresses into her red totoo with her ballerina pumps. 'I'm ready, aren't I so fricking beautiful'. Andy hallers as she looks at herself in the tall mirror beside tall shelves, where the she stores the tools for maintanence of the flats when requested by the tenents. Andy's uncle used to care a lot abot them and fix them, but now he's just given up and Andy and Mikey don't give a shit about the flats eccept if they get a call from the American Visa Officer who checks their status of resubbission. But lucky enough their grandma, uncle and mum are a safe reference of confirmation.

As Andy admires herself in the tall mirror how beautiful she thinks she is, disillusioned by the drug indused coma she happened to put herself in over the whole weekend. People start to go in and out of the flats and up and down the stairs, It's 1pm and people are coming back for lunch while some are just getting up from their night shifts, or perhaps coming back from working all night and ready to sleep during the rest of the day and evening untill they have to do another night shift. The joy of the hustle and bustle of New York City the Bronx.

Following and catching dreams is what it's all about in America, this is the reason for people and Andy and Mikey for going in the first place. And their uncle twenty to thirty years before them, until he realized that the dream was too hard to catch and so he faltered down a damaging path and fell in with the wrong crowd. Robbing jewelery shops, messing with prostitutes, pimps, selling sex, pornographic videos. Then when the internet came along sex online, making and selling heroine, selling the dream to drop-out from high school looking to make a quick buck so they can feed their families.

Then selling on the black market the business was all hustle, when he made his first 350,000$ back in the 80's and he was sure money was coming in soon after, he thought buying a block of flats would ensure his early retirement from hustling to be able to work honest in America like he hoped when he was younger. He was about thirty years old when he decided to buy it was a great business venture, he was so proud, well! not what he did for the money but for the intention to clean up his life.

He wasn't into heroine himself maybe a little cocaine a sniff here or two but just with clients to show he was no snitch. When he first arrived in New York he had hopes of having a job in a hotel bar or restaurant, and he did for awhile but the hours were so long and all for shit pay. A few months to a year in America a local mob requested his assistance and promised him lots of money, he did such a great job they offered him a job permanently so he accepted it was huge dollars back then and a decade onwards even more.

Andy and Mikey's uncle was fed up of working long hours for shit money so he decided to take there offer, he worked for them for ten years earning huge money. But he was feeling lost with all the criminal activities, so going straight with a block of flats sounded like a great idea at the time, until that business although honest was killing him too. So deciding to go back to criminal activities seemed like the only choice, then when Andy and Mikey was old enough to visit him and take over it all changed.

Their uncle never mixed the criminal activity with the block of flats he wanted to ensure never to get caught by the police and it was smart for a few decades, right until his neice and nephew came to live with him, it all went down hill from there. So now since I gave you a little back story let's take you back to Andy and Mikey's story.

So where was I, do you remember reader? Aah yes! After Andy aka Cocaine Pig was so vainly admiring her gigantic piggy flesh in the tall mirror, she wandered on down the hallway to bug Mikey in the attendents office, then Mikey asked Andy for some money for beers and voldka she gave him a hundred dollars, then he left for the off-liscence while she rang to order food from Chicken Hut and book it to come for 8 pm for herself and the boys.

She ordered two boxes of chicken, three fries, curry, garlic mayo, and sweet chilli sauce, she ordered beef and chicken burgers two burger each for both her and the boys, two tubs of large ice-cream one cookie dough and the other chocolate. Yum! she thought to herself, she snorted and grunted imagining all the food going down her belly.

Meanwhile..

Mikey Pig and Tim Porkupine met at the off-liscence, to buy vodka, beer. Soon after they left the off-liscence and drive back to the block of apartments. When they got there Andy was on the computer surfing the best places to find clients she found Lipstick Jungle a hot new club for women run by women, catered for women with male strippers.

Horny Gents an older gentlemans club usually visited by local workmen, men in suits, men who work late in bars, bikers, construction Andy always thought these men and women were always seeking a quick fix to their boring mundane life they were the hard core drug addicts, the people who wanted to escape.