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<blockquote data-quote="DammitJanet" data-source="post: 486293" data-attributes="member: 1514"><p>Dash....I must tell you, these stories do keep me entertained. One would think I had already written my book and the difficult child's had read it! When I was 20 and right after I had kicked my first husband out, I went a bit nuts. I reverted to my difficult child ways in a huge way. One day I met this guy in Richmond who convinced me to sell a car stereo and we got high on pot. The next thing I know I woke up in Times Square! IN MY CAR! He was a male prostitute. He got out of the car, took our suitcase out of the trunk and went into this male only club saying he was going to make some money. He never came back! I stayed in my car on the side of the road on the side of 8th Ave and 48th for anyone who knows the area all night long. I saw some dude get mugged and thrown out of a truck. I stayed awake all night long with a knife in my lap...lol. </p><p></p><p>The next morning a couple of young guys came out of that bar and asked me what I was waiting for. I told them about this dude. They said they had seen him but he had left out the back exit in the middle of the night. I didnt know what to do because he had all the money! (Now here is where I get stupid and incredibly lucky) These two guys were also male prostitutes but they took me with them because I had a car. We went to Spanish Harlem. One of them had a brother who lived in a cold water flat. We slept there for a few nights. I went back and forth with them for 2 weeks. I ended up being with mostly one of them. Alaska Joe. He had been on the streets since he was 14. I cant describe the things he did to make money..it was awful. He was good to me though. Most folks would have tried to turn me out but he wouldnt let anyone touch me. I saw awful stuff though. People shooting up, fights, arrests...awful. He would put me in a little bar across the street from a restaurant that Billy Joel wrote about in one of his songs...cant remember the name right now...and I would sit there all night long waiting for him to come back. Sit there drinking either slow gin fizzes or diet cokes. Maybe smoking a joint or cigs and reading. Then we went back to his brothers. He never expected much from me. I think we slept together a couple of times. Not many. </p><p></p><p>Its a wonder Im not dead. When I got really sick with the flu he paid for a bus ticket for me back to Richmond and I went home. I never heard from him again. Im sure he is dead.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="DammitJanet, post: 486293, member: 1514"] Dash....I must tell you, these stories do keep me entertained. One would think I had already written my book and the difficult child's had read it! When I was 20 and right after I had kicked my first husband out, I went a bit nuts. I reverted to my difficult child ways in a huge way. One day I met this guy in Richmond who convinced me to sell a car stereo and we got high on pot. The next thing I know I woke up in Times Square! IN MY CAR! He was a male prostitute. He got out of the car, took our suitcase out of the trunk and went into this male only club saying he was going to make some money. He never came back! I stayed in my car on the side of the road on the side of 8th Ave and 48th for anyone who knows the area all night long. I saw some dude get mugged and thrown out of a truck. I stayed awake all night long with a knife in my lap...lol. The next morning a couple of young guys came out of that bar and asked me what I was waiting for. I told them about this dude. They said they had seen him but he had left out the back exit in the middle of the night. I didnt know what to do because he had all the money! (Now here is where I get stupid and incredibly lucky) These two guys were also male prostitutes but they took me with them because I had a car. We went to Spanish Harlem. One of them had a brother who lived in a cold water flat. We slept there for a few nights. I went back and forth with them for 2 weeks. I ended up being with mostly one of them. Alaska Joe. He had been on the streets since he was 14. I cant describe the things he did to make money..it was awful. He was good to me though. Most folks would have tried to turn me out but he wouldnt let anyone touch me. I saw awful stuff though. People shooting up, fights, arrests...awful. He would put me in a little bar across the street from a restaurant that Billy Joel wrote about in one of his songs...cant remember the name right now...and I would sit there all night long waiting for him to come back. Sit there drinking either slow gin fizzes or diet cokes. Maybe smoking a joint or cigs and reading. Then we went back to his brothers. He never expected much from me. I think we slept together a couple of times. Not many. Its a wonder Im not dead. When I got really sick with the flu he paid for a bus ticket for me back to Richmond and I went home. I never heard from him again. Im sure he is dead. [/QUOTE]
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