Tuesday, December 07, 2004

Look at my Final Grade

I remember this time in Whore school, I just couldn't pass Blow Job class. No matter what I did, I couldn't get it right, and how the teacher howled at me after every failed attempt.

Finally a friend of mine took me aside and said, "You're the best street-whore I've ever seen. You've got real potential to be the best--better than Ramon, better than Diego, hell even better than yours truly."

I really thought about that and the next day in class I passed my practicals.