Epilogue

You’d always thought of yourself as a hardworking person who deserved everything that came your way: hot girls, your academic success, the easy money from your side job, the nice car (that, technically, was a handover from your Dad, but you did pay a few thousand dollars for “responsible driving motivation”)…

It’s all lies. You learned that the hard way, getting plowed day after day by white sleaze bag after white sleaze bag, teenagers losing their virginity with Daddy’s money, college boys wanting to “destroy some black virgin butt” (yeah right…), old arses “having some nice vacation fun”… trying to survive in one of those places that you used to look down upon “because the fuckers should get their act together instead of demanding our handouts”.

Oh, you tried. You did. But you know, life is harder than it seems, and a few days of true hunger will make some plowing look more reasonable to a pregnant girl.

Small mercy though… it doesn’t last long. Three years later, it finally ends… from a little flu… your body weakened by AIDS gotten from one of those “customers” who “helped a poor country girl” but decided they “liked it better raw”.