You know, it is amazing. No, no it is not, any time, when people get more prosperous, and start having money, whereas, they never had any before, it is a tendency to forget, or cover up the past.
When I first met my man, his reputation was kneee high to one of the scrub rass that grows in the sidewalks over in Brooklyn.
Now, he is a successful entertainment club owner. Owns several through the city, sends my daughters to very fine schools, whatever.
Yeah, and where does he thinks he got all that money to start those off?
Yeah, off mine and other gals backs.
Wow, you call him a fink? That is the nicest term I have ever heard anybody say about him.
Well, maybe one day, I will have enough courage to leave.
Just waiting until my gals get of age. Not one minute sooner.
Damn, this day is just dragging on, wish it would be over.