Fairy Tales

I loved finding this in the gutter a few months back. I guess even Barbie is in the gutter these days. This is exactly the story that little girls need to be taught especially in this city. Where's redneck prince charming when you need him?

That Ain'tcha Hooker!

So the first time I was confused for a prostitute I was 15 years old and illegally working in Los Angeles. I had landed a job at a nursery (plants not pampers) at La Brea and Santa Monica Boulevard doing menial labor. I must have made a lasting impression because only after one week they let me go. As I waited on the street corner adjacent to the nursery in broad daylight for my brother to come pick me I noticed a gentleman flashing his lights. I found it odd since it was daylight but then much to my surprise realized that I was standing next to some graffiti on the wall that read: SEX $75. After the shock of learning that some whore was making $75 for, at the very most, an hour of fun/crying had passed while I had made a mere $185 for a week's worth of hell, I realized that this "Joe" thought I was this genius prostitute entrepreneur. I hadn't even had sex yet but I was so smart at the age of 15 to know when someone wanted to pay me for it.