Actuality Basis for Bisch Continued
8.) 2011, I was abducted and released by a cop who suspected I might stab him if he tried an arrest for the crime of being white in a black drug market at night, on my way to work. I imagined then, if I were a white woman, how bad it would go. See Officer Manfriendly, 2011.
9.) 2012, Megan’s daughter was abducted by three Transit cops, rather than arrested. After they let her fat friend go, that girl called Megan, who went to the station and found the cops making her daughter dance, while they ogled her. Mama shamed them and got her girl, with no charges.
10.) 2014, Behind the Middle River Bridge 7-11, I witnesses a black van loaded with black men, being given possession of a pretty little white girl by her junkie boy friend. I did nothing. But as I walked by, the girl cried and ran and the men in the van stayed put as the would be pimp pleaded.
11.) 2016, A beautiful Russian red head, six feet tall, shoveling snow in front of a blacked out, barred, and security wired house I walked by, asked me to help her escape during a blizzard. I coward-like declined. This house was a slave pen for girls who worked out of the Hyat Regency at the Inner Harbor. My lady wanted to help this woman and I opted out of being stuffed in a barrel of acid. From then, until 2023, a Baltimore City cop, on duty, and off duty, always had his car parked across the street from that house, in front of his own house. I had seen a wicked rough bitch with black hair coming and going. On June 5, 2023, I rucked past that house to where I stayed, and saw, that in the wake of the Russian/Ukrainian War, the house had been decomissioned. An old woman hung her head and a young man in a white hat smiled at me as he cut the grass around the removed fencing.
12.) 2017, Megan’s daughter was lured by a pretty young girl to the back of White Marsh Avenue shopping center on false pretenses, to make a phone call where her phone was locked into her car. The girl collapsed in tears and said, “Run, I’m so sorry—just run!” She ran.
13. 2017, Monday the 11th, in front of the Middle River Bridge 7-11, I walked up on two giant Nigerians with empty sacks who were in the process of abducting a pretty little white girl. My heel scraped even as I hoped she would be taken rather than me targeted, and they stopped going for her and came for me. That story, is, I think in an early 2018 book, perhaps Autumn in a Dying City, which was banned for two years.
14.) 2018, on the #27 train I saw a young Asian woman being trafficked by an older Asian woman, who controlled her ID and tickets and was bilingual, while she was not.
15.) 2019, living in Portland I learned that Asian girls were held in small barred houses and had intercourse for $80, which was 1/3rd the rate American girls charged. These sex slave dens are openly tolerated by Portland’s feminist politicians.
16.) 2020, In Portland, a woman that cooked me breakfast called to have me walk her home, after a large black man tried to abduct her and she defended herself with a push dagger. Walking her home, she confided that she had been a hooker for years, and had “fucked tons of black guys,” and was therefore not a racist. But, she knew pimps and understood that a blond girl like her would be drugged up and cuffed to a bed until she had been “fucked out” by strong-arm style pimp.
17.) 2021, On the Coastal Starlight from San Jose to Portland, I was seated near an Afghan military refugee, who was trafficking a woman and a child, the three having no other relation than master and slave.
18.) 2022, October, I used the information from 15 for the subplot of Little Oakland A in Seeker Cane, as the big brassy blond above had been up from California to fuck lawyers instead of black guys. The waif from Oakland, a fading cutie of some 35 years, was up from California on the Coastal Starlight. Her train seat was taken by an un-ticketed black woman. She was consigned to the viewing car by the white conductors. She had been marked as an unprotected woman. She sat next to me, hoping for protection, and I ignored her, using her as writing material instead.
19.) Thanksgiving 2022, I was meeting my future Eskimo wife at the Foster Garden, when an attractive young woman, a worn 36, asked me how I was doing. At my advanced age, I know that this woman, in tears, was in trouble, out on the street for the night, and the way she winked indicated that she was down for providing sex for protection. I did admire her figure, as she stood in white jacket and faded jeans, with white sneakers in the rain. She needed a half good guy that was enough of a dog to ditch a 63-year-old broad for her fresh analogue. We wished each other a good night and she was off in the dark. I should have offered to introduce her to Dove, who is very generous of her time to young women. But I blew her off, more concerned that I couldn’t afford to buy beer for two babes than about what had this girl in such a state. At this point, I was rejecting writing material out of callous cowardice.
20.) A few minutes later I met Dove there, between the Other Dive Bar and a massage house. She pointed and says, “You didn’t go in, did you?” We laughed and she related how she had a neck cramp one night and went to this place that has the open sign all the time and knocked, wanting a massage for that sore neck. A female Asian voice in broken English assure her through an intercom “You go way—no do woman!” I opined that her Asian lady friend was a likely owner of this barred blacked-out house and the under-compensated lovely within. She then let me in on their code word for each other, “Bisch,” meaning a sly bitch.
21.) Back in New Jersey, as related in the journal Finding Juju Quartermaine, I then made the aggravated acquaintance of a Kyshatria, a tattooed criminal from Indian who glared narrowly at me until he noted I had finally gotten a buzz, as we were the only two guys in the place with knives, “Ah, you are drunk—now we can be friends!” He noted I was protective of my friend, who was packing some cash, and we had both selected each other as the other dangerous guy in the place: the bouncers were clueless and just guarded the girls against over eager drunks. He let me in on his business as soon as he found out I was a traveling man and a boxing coach. He moved girls from San Francisco, to Denver, Chicago and “The East.” He gave me his number and asked that I call him when I was in any of those places, that he could use my help. This hard man is about 45, six foot, 200 pounds, packs a knife, and has no empathy or sympathy in him. He did dance with a black midget once he got drunk, something he would not do until I was over the edge. I tossed the number, coward again.
22.) Then, coming back from the cafe car out of Altoona towards Pittsburgh, this pretty little brunette of about 33, was in my seat, with her purse and hand bag in the other seat, She had no tag, had just hopped the train. I put her bag up top and sat. the conductor came by and found out she was not ticketed—and she lied. He looked at me, and I gave him the, “She’s cute,” nod and he left her be. She thanked me. I did nothing to aid her. This cunning bitch was in trouble, had a small hand bag of overnight chick supply, and had hoped town in a hurry. There was an underlying fear in her, below the confidence that she knew the big soft conductor and this old crumb would let her slide because she was cute.
This girl was Bonnie quality, not Carol quality. Whores know where they rank.
5s and under walk the street
6s get locked in massage parlors
7s do out call—she, like Bonnie, was a 7
8s do in call, like Carol
9s and 10s marry rich dudes, or get shipped overseas like the Russian babe in Northeast Baltimore.
Erlik Khan is based on the Kyshatrya guy in Jersey and the Afghan agent trafficking the Chinese baby and the Pakistani beauty. The other male characters are based on the various cops and grunts from Baltimore, including Uncle Nasty, Alan and Stick, as well as the conductors, train bums and lost souls I have encountered. The female characters are based on the girls listed above. I try to treat sex obliquely in writing. So too here. The discussions of sex from female perspectives come directly from the words of women I have interviewed and also that have shared those activities with me.
