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SCENE FROM MY BOOK (CAPITALS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE ITALICS – MY THOUGHTS) WARNING: A BIT GRAPHIC Follow @laurieishii

laurie — Wed, 07 Jul 2010 16:16:03 +0000

I was at home alone, trying to figure out what I would do for money. GOD PLEASE. THE LAST THING I WANT TO RESORT TO IS GOING TO SEE GEORGE. I made a few phone calls, and wasn’t able to reach anyone. I rubbed my nose with the back of my arm, snot spreading across my sleeve. DAMNIT! I’D BETTER THINK QUICKLY, BEFORE I’M TOO SICK TO DO ANYTHING. THINK, LAURIE, THINK!!! I grabbed my head, pacing back and forth. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, GOD. I CAN’T, I WONT. NOT HIM. The sun began to set. The sky was a deep blue violet, tinged with different shades of mauve … such a contrast compared to my sick, black soul.

I began crying, knowing the inevitable. As much as I hated to see George, he was the only trick of mine who was almost always available; so in desperation, I usually ended up calling him. I did my best to avoid him for as long as possible, in the hopes that when I finally ended up calling, he’d be happy to hear from me, and when I saw him, he was more generous than usual. This time, it had only been two weeks since I had last seen him. OH GOD … HE MIGHT EVEN TURN ME AWAY…

Ever since George had found out that I was strung out, he took full advantage of the fact that I needed heroin. He knew that I was no longer a recreational drug user and he seemed to thoroughly enjoy seeing me suffer, mocking me, calling me degrading names. When I was still only doing coke, he was somewhat civil with me – nice even – giving me coke, Valium and money. Now I was lucky if he even paid me more than fifty bucks.

As it got later, I knew what I had to do; I was desperate. I couldn’t wait another hour; by then it would be too late, I’d be too sick. WHAT AM I GOING TO SAY? IT’S NOT AS IF HE’S GOING TO PICK ME UP … I DON’T EVEN HAVE A RIDE TO HIS PLACE. I picked up the phone, tears streaming down my face. GOD, ISN’T THERE ANY OTHER WAY? Grabbing the receiver, I dialed the number and quickly hung it up before it even had a chance to ring on the other end. I took a deep breath and tried to think of what I would say. I CAN’T LET ON THAT I’M SICK, OR ELSE HE’LL TOY WITH ME. PLAY IT COOL, ACT AS IF I CAN TAKE THE MONEY OR LEAVE IT. I took another deep breath and slowly exhaled. OKAY, I CAN DO THIS. I HAVE TO DO THIS, THERE’S NO OTHER OPTION.

When I picked the up receiver again and called George, I was so anxious that my heart felt like it would pop out of my chest. One ring, two rings, three… MAYBE HE ISN’T EVEN HOME …
“Yeah.” DAMN.
“Hi George, it’s me, Laurie. How are you?” I did my best to sound calm and collected.
“Ohhhh, it’s my trashy little slut. What are you doing, calling me so soon? Don’t you know that it’s only been a couple weeks since I last saw you?” His tone was syrupy sweet, patronizing me.
“Really? I didn’t realize that; I just wanted to see if you weren’t busy, you know…”
PLEASE GOD, PLEASE … I’VE GONE THIS FAR; PLEASE LET HIM SAY THAT HE’LL SEE ME …
“What’s wrong with you? You aren’t sick, are you?” He chuckles in the receiver, and I can imagine him smiling, like the Cheshire cat in Alice in Wonderland. ASSHOLE. HE KNOWS DAMN WELL THAT I AM …
“Um… I just need some cash, that’s all.”
“Well, I don’t need to see you now, I’m busy.” Now he sounded cold.
“But I’ll be sick soon…” my voice began to quiver.
“That’s not my problem now, is it?” I started to panic…
“Come on, George. I’ll take good care of you…” I tried my best not to sound desperate. “Please baby, I promise to do you real good…”
Silence. OH GOD, PLEASE …
“How you gonna get here?”
I closed my eyes. “I can take a cab to your place…”
“Humph. And who’s gonna pay for the cab?”
I didn’t respond, hoping that he would offer to pay, holding my breath for what seemed like ten minutes before he answered.
“Hurry up and get your ass over here. I’ll take the cab fare outa whatever I decide to give you.”
“Thanks George, I appreciate it… see you in a bit…” I breathed a sigh of relief, set the receiver in its cradle, and immediately began to evaluate my situation.

I went into autopilot and called Beverly Hills Cab Company. I grabbed my Newport cigarettes and leather case full of paraphernalia and shoved them into my purse. Once I arrived at George’s apartment, I would quickly switch into the role of a prostitute, faster than Clark Kent changed into Superman. Long before that night, I had become an Oscar winning performer and best leading actress. I would transform into whomever or whatever George or anyone else wanted me to be, to complete the task at hand and get my money.

I anxiously waited on the sidewalk outside, and as soon as I saw the light blue cab turn the corner, I frantically waved. When the driver pulled up, I quickly opened the door and slipped inside.
“Take the 10 fwy and exit Lincoln” I said.
Staring out the window, I convinced myself that the night would turn out fine.

Later that night, after I finished performing for him, George walked me to the door, while he stroked my hair. Every part of me resisted his touch and made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
Smiling, he said: “I’m not paying for another cab. You find your own way home.”
“But … how much are you going to …”
He smiled and handed me a Ziploc bag full of coins: pennies, nickels, dimes and some quarters, to pay for my services – as if I weren’t already humiliated enough.

Last Night's Prostitute Outreach

laurie — Sun, 14 Jun 2009 03:53:20 +0000

PROSTITUTE OUTREACH, AMAZING!!!

Today at 5:48am

I want to write this all out before I forget – not feeling well all day yesterday then remembered outreach at night. (Never feel good the day of outreach) Didn’t get to sleep before the outreach except for maybe 1/2 hour – got a text from a woman who had said that she wanted to go on outreach days previous and when I text to tell her when and what time to show up she text me like an hour 1/2 before outreach and said she wasn’t coming. In my half asleep/dazed state I thought that the text was from Jen, my ride – so I text her “Kind of glad you canceled, don’t feel well” then changed, washed my face and was getting back into the bed when I realized the text was not from Jen. I got back up, changed and got ready to leave just in time. I text the other woman and told her of my mistake and said that with all the crazy stuff happening all day the enemy must not want us to go out so now I was going and excited about it.

Jen picked me up and we went to 7-Eleven to get coffee and something to eat (when I don’t sleep I seem to get HUNGRY to compensate) and when I paid for my food the guy at the register gave me $5.00 change back from my debit card… I had noticed that 2 cups of coffee and some sushi (yes, sushi) was over $11.00 and I was wondering why it was so expensive but he said I must have accidentally asked for $5.00? When we walked back to the car and this homeless guy named Gerry was asking for money and I asked Jesus if He had me get that extra five bucks out to give the homeless guy and I felt like He said yes and that we were supposed to go and talk to Gerry. We got out of the car and started talking to Gerry, long story short, ended up giving him the money and praying with him…

As we were praying/talking with Gerry an unmarked car of three police officers pulled up and went into 7-Eleven. We waited for them to come out so we could ask them if they knew where the hookers were since they were scaring them all away… they asked us if we wanted to see a tourist attraction lol and we said no and explained why we were out there. Well it was cool cause they did tell us a couple of new areas and asked for our contact info and told us to be careful. Awesome.

We went back in the car and started to pray that Jesus would show us where to go, where the girls were etc. and saw a pimp SUV, black Escalade with bling bling rims pull into the 7-Eleven parking lot. We had seen a girl earlier walking around and she didn’t look “typical” of the girls out there but when the pimps pulled out of the parking lot, we followed them. They were following the girl! We saw them stop and one of them got out of the car – the Escalade drove away… Jen and I parked and got out of the car to follow the girl… the pimp (runner – young guy) was walking toward us and I introduced myself and gave him a pimp tract… he said his name was “Michael” (later found out his real name was “Noah”)…

Jen and I almost ran to catch up to the girl and when we finally did, we introduced ourselves and just asked straight out how long she’d been out there and she was pretty shaken up – earlier a trick had robbed her with a sawed off shot gun and took all her money – her pimp got in a car accident and couldn’t pick her up, then those guys in the SUV were harassing her, trying to break her… long story short we asked her if there was anything we could do to help her or if she needed a ride and she said she did… she was not too far away so we took her to where she wanted to go (we thought we were taking her home but she actually took us to another track, yay!) and we were able to talk to her the entire time… she was pretty receptive because even though she was shaken up she still wasn’t willing to give up the lifestyle… but it was great her name is H**** and she was a Jehovah’s witness (did not have a relationship with Jesus)… we were able to pray for her and tell her that she could have a personal relationship with Him…

Okay (back track) while we were getting into the car to take H**** to where she wanted to get dropped off – “Michael” comes over and starts saying stuff about how H**** was this and that and that we were taking her away (the whole time he was talking he had this weird fake smile – honestly he looked like he had “visitors on board” if you know what I mean) and when I mentioned the name JESUS his whole smiley demeanor changed and he said, “Jesus is in all of us, even me” and that his real name was Noah… he kept trying to stick his face in the car and I just said “God bless you goodbye…” (smile)

Well, as soon as we finished praying with H****, guess who pulled up? The Escalade/SUV. Noah was hanging outside the window and he yelled, “That’s the Jehovah’s witnesses that took that H****!” I turned around and said, “JEHOVAH’s WITNESSES??????? Where did you get that from? We aren’t Jehovah’s Witnesses!!! We are born again Christians!!!” Then he said that he was a Baptist… I forgot the drivers name but he called us over and started asking us questions – he even asked me if I used to be a ho and I said yes and he was totally respectful (I know that sounds contradictory but seriously, I took no offense when he asked me if I used to be a ho cause he didn’t say it in a demeaning tone or anything) and then he asked for one of my tracts and said “God bless, be careful out here” and left.

By this time there were pimps and girls everywhere, girls all over the street, pimps driving in their bling bling cars up and down the track flipping u-turns… Johns everywhere… ugh. Jen an I got out of the car and started handing out gift bags and one of the girl recognized us from another track we go to. One girl on a bike asked me if we were lost because we looked so out of place – another car full of pimps said, “Look at the couple of ‘squares’” (people who aren’t in the game).The cops came out (but didn’t stop any of the girls – pulled over cars) – girls were running around down side streets and a helicopter was flying around – two tricks tried to get me and Jen’s attention and I let them know that we weren’t working and that we were out there for the girls and Jesus… there were literally cars and vans pulled over on the side streets (one van parked behind us – oh man I did not need the visual – ugh) and it was just a crazy immoral frenzy of perversion out there.

On the way home we ran across a VERY drunk guy in the middle of the street with his bicycle all bent in the street – we pulled over and I asked him if he needed help… he was SO DRUNK and I helped him get his bike out from the middle of the street…

Okay I’m fading fast and need some sleep… all in all the night was amazing, H**** and I exchanged numbers and she said that she was going to call me for sure (they all say that so we’ll see) but I have her number too so I’ll call her too… I LOVE IT when it’s crazy like that on the streets. It’s a rush. God is so faithful – He totally answered our prayers for divine appointments and He led us to where there were TONS of girls!!! I wish it was like that every night we go on outreach – these kinds of nights are what I live for… I mean this is what I LOVE!!! It was an amazing, awesome night!!! Praise Jesus!!!