I don’t know why they think I am dangerous but I encourage it

Dangerous? Me? Ok, if you say so!

For reasons unknown to me, I had a reputation for being someone not to f*** with. I was glad. I was a single woman. People assumed I had cash on hand. If I was considered weak I would have made the ideal target. Whenever I was in the midst of a group, I made sure to have an angry outburst to stoke the fires of my dangerous image. I always had to make an effort not to laugh

Published by Harvard Grad elite meets Honolulu backstreets

The story, full of wit and wisdom: Harvard➡Homeless➡Heroin➡Happiness. Past degradation➡present edification.

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