Diane Spends a Weekend with a Crack Whore
I knew there were crack whores in the city. Every so often, the television would tell a story about them. I didn't know what their life was like until Mr. A hooked me up with one of them for the weekend. Her name was Keesha and she belonged to a pimp named Diamond Doug. It was a stupid name and he knew it, laughed about it. A stupid-assed white man's name, he'd say, then laugh again. Mr. A delivered me himself, six o'clock Friday night. I shuddered as we drove into the...