"Well, she's kind of a crackhead and sometimes a prostitute." Roc says this as if he's discussing the price of lettuce.
I almost spit out my drink.
"How can you be kind of a crackhead and sometimes a prostitute?" I pause. "It's like being a little pregnant."
He rolls his eyes. "It's like this: she smokes crack, but not all the time, and then she prostitutes herself occasionally in order to get money for the crack. But they live in a real apartment, not a crackhouse, and it's not like she's a streetwalker in Hunt's Point."
"Okay. I get it. Thanks for clarifying."