The Writer In Me

My First Paying Job

My first paying job was babysitting for the woman next door who was a prostitute and exotic dancer. She and her sister, (also in the life), were the finest women in all of Wisconsin. Head-to-toe, they had it going on.  The one I babysat for had the most adorable kids ever, a boy and a girl around five and seven I think. I was all of 13 years old. I also tutored 3rd graders and, along with one of my sisters, cleaned the church our family attended. All of the money went to the household to help my single mother pay the multiude of bills and expenses after a divorce left her with seven kids to raise alone. I was the middle child and found out the hard way that the stories behind it were all too true. Tutoring and cleaning was one thing, but nothing compared to babysitting for the prostitute. She was the coolest, most laid back woman ever. She and her sister were like older sisters rather than extended parents. They admired me for being smart and being dead serious about not getting involved with the nasty little boys who’re always lurcking around. The men who stopped in or dropped by to pick one or the other up, when her sister was visiting, were also hella respectful. Even the one I babysat for’s boyfriend. Goodness was he foine! They all engaged me in grown up topics of conversation and encouraged me to stay in school and not become like “other” girls my age. My entire neighborhood was laced with pimps, drug dealers, whores, slicksters, petty thieves, drug addicts who, with introduction of crack, became known as “crack heads.” You name it? We had it and in full supply. It was nothing to come home from school and have to bypass men gambling on the sidewalk, full on crap games, or pimps banging in some whore’s head for whatever reason they could drum up, or couples fighting and throwing furniture out of the window or busting out car windows… And the block was often hot - cops cruising or busting or just passing through. (More to come…)

MY FIRST PAYING JOB

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MY FIRST PAYING

JOB

My First Paying Job

My first paying job was babysitting for the woman next door who was a prostitute and exotic dancer. She and her sister, (also in the life), were the finest women in all of Wisconsin. Head-to-toe, they had it going on.  The one I babysat for had the most adorable kids ever, a boy and a girl around five and seven I think. I was all of 13 years old. I also tutored 3rd graders and, along with one of my sisters, cleaned the church our family attended. All of the money went to the household to help my single mother pay the multiude of bills and expenses after a divorce left her with seven kids to raise alone. I was the middle child and found out the hard way that the stories behind it were all too true. Tutoring and cleaning was one thing, but nothing compared to babysitting for the prostitute. She was the coolest, most laid back woman ever. She and her sister were like older sisters rather than extended parents. They admired me for being smart and being dead serious about not getting involved with the nasty little boys who’re always lurcking around. The men who stopped in or dropped by to pick one or the other up, when her sister was visiting, were also hella respectful. Even the one I babysat for’s boyfriend. Goodness was he foine! They all engaged me in grown up topics of conversation and encouraged me to stay in school and not become like “other” girls my age. My entire neighborhood was laced with pimps, drug dealers, whores, slicksters, petty thieves, drug addicts who, with introduction of crack, became known as “crack heads.” You name it? We had it and in full supply. It was nothing to come home from school and have to bypass men gambling on the sidewalk, full on crap games, or pimps banging in some whore’s head for whatever reason they could drum up, or couples fighting and throwing furniture out of the window or busting out car windows… And the block was often hot - cops cruising or busting or just passing through. (More to come…)