A Strippers Journal

Running away

My mother had always had drinking problem. My father was never in the picture I never even knew his name but I will save you the tears. As a kid I never really had friends, I was the girl who say by herself at a table with a book and who chose to be like that.

When I was thirteen my mother had gone into rehab and I had no other family so I was put into a girls home. After a year of that I had decided to runaway,at first I had to laugh because all my stuff could fit into two bags. It was surprisingly easy because I had saved up $357 from work around my neighborhood with some of the other girls. I had also known that the "warden" as the girls called her would be to scared to call the police after me and get her license taken away.

I walked for miles and finally I got picked up by a lady who had taught me how to play poker. She dropped me off in St.Louise and I met a young man who drove me to a small town in Illinois. There where others but I can only remember a few. In the nights I slept on benches, in parks or if someone let me their car. But what I remember the most is the last guy who drove me from south Pennsylvania to New York City. When we entered the city it was like seeing a whole new world. It was like had opened my eye for the first time with something new everywhere I went, every corner I turned I saw a new version of myself to open up to.

When we came to a stop the guy had told me to "hold on tightly to the money" I had left (about $100 dollars) and "don't talk to anyone". He gave me an address and said "ask for Ramon". I told him "thank you" and asked for his name he said "Dalentel" I said "that's an original name" he said "I'm an original person doing what I just did for you" that was the last I heard from him.