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I dread 2nd and King to this day. I was born into a poor family: dad the drunkard, mom the **** addict, brother abusive, and sister wrist slitter, in '84. Mealtime portions measly. The house's fragmented windows, chipping paint and carpet, ash stained beyond cleaning, forced me to attempt an escape several times. Its a wonder we had a house at all! I was the only one who worked. From 10:00 until 7:00 in the dead of winter I used to stand in clothes so thin I was better off not even wearing them. In '97 I was too young to work legally. But I wasn't too young for the men- and I admit, some attractive- who would pull up to 2nd and King. I just crawled in the backseat, assumed the position, and took my beating for not being born to the right family, class, city, house... ...... corner... ..................men... ...........................­...... I can't look at that sign marking the corner without thinking of crotch after crotch until it was etched in my brain that the male genitalia was the epiphany of evil. I have to turn my head. I dread 2nd and King to this day.
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Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC
2nd and King
I dread 2nd and King to this day. I was born into a poor family: dad the drunkard, mom the **** addict, brother abusive, and sister wrist slitter, in '84. Mealtime portions measly. The house's fragmented windows, chipping paint and carpet, ash stained beyond cleaning, forced me to attempt an escape several times. Its a wonder we had a house at all! I was the only one who worked. From 10:00 until 7:00 in the dead of winter I used to stand in clothes so thin I was better off not even wearing them. In '97 I was too young to work legally. But I wasn't too young for the men- and I admit, some attractive- who would pull up to 2nd and King. I just crawled in the backseat, assumed the position, and took my beating for not being born to the right family, class, city, house... ...... corner... ..................men... ...........................­...... I can't look at that sign marking the corner without thinking of crotch after crotch until it was etched in my brain that the male genitalia was the epiphany of evil. I have to turn my head. I dread 2nd and King to this day.
Rerelease from 2010.
#desperation#poor#class#prostitution#loathing
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Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC
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