Saving Corky

I started out on the streets when I was 16 years old — when my parents walked in my room one night and found me in bed with one of my dad's business partners. My parents didn't care that the man came into my room and touched me inappropriately during their party. They were more concerned about their reputation. "A well-respected business executive" like my father couldn't have a whoring daughter like me, bringing his name to shame, so I had to go. And it didn't matter that I had nowhere to go.

    So, now at 22, I find myself a prostitute with a bad-tempered pimp, and a drug problem. Staying high on anything I can get my hands on just, so I don't have to feel the nasty shit the johns are doing to me or be sound of mind when I'm blowing them off. Sitting in my tiny ass apartment getting ready to head out to my corner for the night and get a John or two.... try to make some money for the night. Rent is due in a day or two, so as I'm getting ready, I snort a line of coke and fuck that shit is good. Looking at myself in the mirror one last time... making sure I don't have any white shit on my nose, or anywhere else, then I head out to the corner.