Sunday, January 02, 2011
And another reason I left Hell-A for the mountains ... I'd be standing at a bus bench on Wilshire waiting for a bus, and guys in cars would assume I was a prostitute and pull to the curb and proposition me. Which made me mad.
And then sometimes I'd be standing at a bus bench on Wilshire waiting for a bus, and guys in cars would assume I was a prostitute and slow down to take a better look and then they'd speed off.
I'd give them both the finger and straight up their tail pipes every single time, but still, I didn't know which was worse. ¶ 1/02/2011 10:23:00 PM
