Dear self:
Don't drive down Holt Ave. at 6pm. If you must go to Hoa Binh, wait till just before closing, or go on the weekend. If you're going over to Pride in Garfield Park's house, take Kingsley.
And if you must be on Holt around dinner time, don't look at those pitiful barely-clad girls shivering on the street corners. Don't think about how cold they must be, or how uncomfortable it is to stand around on 5" heels. Don't notice their bony elbows and scrawny shins. Ignore the way they search the faces of passing drivers for hope of a quick Jackson. Definitely look away when a shiny new sedan slows down and pulls over. Picture yourself on a sunny beach, lest you recall your friend telling you about after-work pickups and backseat blowjobs in the unincorporated patch of land nearby.
Drive home as quickly as possible, looking neither to the left nor the right. Above all, block from your mind the sordid combination of enterprise and exploitation that takes place nightly a few blocks from your tidy block of bungalows and your wonderful daffy neighbors.
You'll be glad you did.
Love,
Self
1 comment:
Better yet, call dispatch. Tell them the there are prostitutes near a given cross street, walking in a given direction. :)
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