These posts are the snapshots of experience lived by Caroleena, addicted street sex worker in Honolulu, circa 2000, and Harvard grad, magna cum laude. Now that’s a unique amalgamation of characteristics that produce an author capable of surprising, amusing, titillating, horrifying. Don’t miss this blog but click on provided link!
Get a Date, Get Paid, Get Dope, Find a Safe place indoors to use the dope, Repeat these steps from the beginning when I ran out. It won’t surprise you to know I had concerns about what I had to do, concerns I addressed with the following prayer and apology. This is what I said every time I walked to my usual spot on Kukui Street where I could read a book while I tried to catch the eye of slowly moving drivers:
God, if You Are There
- If You are there
- If You Care
- Please don’t let me get arrested
- Please let me make enough for a nice amount of dope,
- And please don’t let me get hurt.
- Oh yeah, please forgive me bc yes, that list is arranged from most to least important to me.
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