Chapter Two

His name was Tony.  He was a cute, harmless young black man.  A girl I was going to hairdressing school was with me at Pacific Centre.  He said we could make a lot of money.  I was intrigued.  I knew what he was getting at.  I do not remember the date, the month or why a smart young woman would be so intrigued.  But I was.  From the minute he mentioned it I knew I was going to do it.

I was living with my Nana at the time.  I had run away from home - again.  I had enrolled in hairdressing school and met a friend there.  I cannot remember her name.  I want to say Nyla or something like that.  How do you forget a name of someone that was involved in the one day that was going to change your world forever?   How do you forget what month, the smell of the air and the reasons why you would say yes to something so scary?

I hope by the time I finish my story some of these answers will be apparent to me.

Chapter One

I sold my body for money.

Why you ask?  I don't have the answer to why.  I have stories and pieces of memories and a lot of forgotten moments.  I want tell what I remember.

It is a story.  My story.  The story of how I came to be this amazing person.  This amazing, flawed, human.  I don't know where to start quite yet.  Im hoping that the story can evolve organically.  I write a bit.  You comment.  Maybe ask me a question or two.  And maybe each chapter will evolve that way.  The timelines aren't clear.  The why's aren't clear.

What is clear is that it happened.  It was my choice.  I lived through it.  I got out.  I thrived.