You know it’s funny now that I think about it. Mondays suck now but when I was a prostitute they didn’t.
Yes, I was a prostitute as well. When I was 15 I ran away from Chicago to Los Angeles. Well I was a cute kid and to make money that’s all I could do. After all I was sleeping in a condemned building with no power, water, phone or mail service. I had no license or ID. Who was going to hire me and even if someone did after I applied how would they contact me? That’s what I had to do to live. Yes men and women. I knew you were thinking about that.
Anyway Mondays back then meant a new day. It meant that there was not going to be a lot of customers and most importantly everyone was busy doing their lives so they didn’t mess with mine. Now Mondays mean driving to work with the rest of the cattle, trying to please my boss and then hoping today would just go away. When I was on the streets I was using… a lot. But then again it was not an issue to use. Kind of a way of life. Truth is, I kind of miss that freedom and being that cute.
