“I met a hooker and we became friends. And after awhile we fell in love. She told me I was different than other guys. We both used drugs, but she couldn’t handle them like I could. She would pass out on the street sometimes. I took care of her and I loved her and she loved me. We even started picking out wedding rings. I didn’t want ordinary gold; I wanted PINK gold. Then things happened and I had to go away; prison 7 years. It wasn’t her fault. I miss her.”
LIZ NYC 