Saturday, August 30, 2008

“Where were the two of you six months ago, when I was arrested?”

I was on a gig today, when a concerned co-worker left a message asking that I return her call immediately. Once I was on my break, I did. She wanted to make sure I was okay, because someone saw me on the new today. I laughed! I said, “Where were the two of you six months ago, when I was arrested?” The news today was just in reference to my guilty plead last week.

The lazy local news websites just repeated what the original reporter wrote the day after my last court appearance. You would have thought they would have found a more flattering picture, rather than reuse my mug shot!

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Final Sentence

Jeebus, I forgot to tell you what happened yesterday in court. I suppose I got so excited that it was almost over that it slipped my mind. I plead guilty to one count of assignation (scheduling appointments for prostitutes). All of the other counts were dropped. I was sentenced to three years probation, without any jail time.

Potty On

Today I went to my probation intake. A probation intake is when a person is processed for probation. I had one of those surreal moments, when I had to give a pee test for drugs. I took a potty buddy with me, in order to prevent me from puncturing a vial of clean pee that could have been shoved up my twat. (That is something I have wanted to try for years!)

While on the potty, I mentioned that I had always had a difficult time peeing in front of people, even in a full SCUBA diving outfit, in the middle of the ocean. My potty buddy went on to say that she had hoped to go SCUBA diving too, although her first goal was to travel to the Caribbean. You know I just never thought I would have a conversation about Jamaica, while peeing in front of someone!

Cookies & Guns

As promised, I did take cookies to give to the people I met on my journey today. Sadly, they were not allowed into the building. I had to leave them with the security boys at the entrance. They promised to take good care of them, if they were allowed a few samples. When I returned, half the box was gone & the boys were smiling. Yummmy!

"What happened to all of the money they made, charging $300.00 an hour?"

I am puzzled as to why whores will post on message boards, asking for money for health problems or attorney fees. What happened to all of the money they made, charging $300.00 an hour?

I suppose I could have done the same thing. However, my pride got in the way, along with a sense of responsibility. I have always believed that no matter what happens to me in life, I should accept the consequences, without blaming or asking someone else to bail me out.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Media Inaccuracies

I am amazed at the inaccuracies the media portrayed in my case. Prior to all of this, I na├»vely believed that the media was correct in most cases. Now I realize it’s all about business. It’s much more interesting to portray a madam with a huge brothel running out of her residence, than a web designer who created a website for a whore, who happened to be stupid enough to accept money for a sex act.

The original whore was arrested in someone else’s apartment. It was never my residence.
I was never on my knees asking for money, while getting ready to perform a blowjob. Nope, I am afraid that honor belongs to someone else. I happened to be at PetSmart when everything happened. Curses, PETSMART!

I was 35, not 23. That was the age of the original whore. Funny story: When the media attention broke the Wednesday after my arrest, a former friend called me to say I had to call 98 Rock. She went on to say they were reporting I lived in Glen Burnie & I was 23 years-old. She insisted that I call them to correct their mistake. I am thinking, “Is this wench a complete idiot? Yeah, I was to divert the media attention to my front door.” Later on that afternoon, they found me anyway. See there, the media is not as dumb as I thought it was!

There were never loud noises coming from the apartment at all hours of the day & night. The original whore had family responsibilities & rarely worked later than 6pm, earlier than 11am or on the weekends. At the time, no other whores used that location.

A resident did not report the website or whore. That’s impossible, considering I never put face pictures on my whore websites. The only way someone could have reported the whore was if the tip was from someone in the industry, such as a client or another whore.


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"There are very few people in life that will run to your help you in times of desperation."

I have learned a very power lesson, awaiting my trial. There are very few people in life that will run to your help you in times of desperation. The ones that do, should be loved, respected, rewarded, & appreciated.

I was a bit surprised at the people who I thought would be more supportive, such as my brother. My brother, E, has been a sad spirit, since his mid-twenties. I am not sure what happened in his life to make him disheartened. I am not sure if he is sad about life in general or me specifically. Whatever the answer, we have not had a heart felt conversation in 10 years, until three weeks after my arrest.

I was a bit puzzled as to why he did not contact me. The police took my personal cell phone, so I had no idea of how to contact him. In addition, because of the nature of our relationship & me being the focus of a bad situation, I thought he should be the one to reach out to me. When three weeks had passed, I contacted my mother & mentioned how disappointed I was in him. I also asked her to have him contact me & if he did not I was no longer interested in him, as a brother.
 
He promptly called two days later. Sadly, I was not able to talk to him directly, so he left a message. The message was disappointing. In his first sentence, he did not say something like “We have not connected in some time & I would like to make sure you are okay.” He instead said “I heard something bad happened to you.” His final sentence was “If you have any questions, please call.”

Well, I had questions, so I called. He answered & I told him I had two questions. The first one was, “Why did it take you the prompting of our mom to have you call me?” & “Why has it taken you 10 years to have a conversation with me?”

He replied with “I do not want to go into that”. I responded with “I really appreciate you calling. However, you have not been supportive of me in the last 10 years. Therefore there is no need for you to be supportive now. I truly wish you & your family well.” Then, I hung up.

I promptly called my parent’s home to let them know what happened. My father, home recovering from Hodgkin's lymphoma (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hodgkin's_lymphoma) answered. I relayed him the conversation I had with my brother. I heard him cry for the first time in 35 years. He said that David often made him feel like he blamed my parents for something that has made him sad in his life. He said that when my brother called to ask him about his recovery, he asked the correct questions; however, there was no warmth in his voice.

My father then went on to say that no matter what had taken place in my life, I have always accepted responsibility, without blaming others. My brother seemed to be different in that regard.

Because I have not had an emotional connection with my brother in 10 years, I do not feel any regret over my conversation with him. In fact, I am proud of myself for standing up to him.

Up until two years ago, my parents have always assumed that we were both treating each other poorly. However, when I reached out to him & his family in a very generous manner & he refused me, without explanation, my parents realized he was the one with a sad heart.

My parent’s greatest concern is that when they die, my brother & I will have no connection & therefore the family will disappear. I suppose because I am so young, I cannot see that occurring. Perhaps when I am older, my brother will mean something to me.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Court Tomorrow?

Tomorrow I go to court for the final time. No, I am not excited, nor nervous. One of the quirks of my personality is that I have a tendency to remain calm in the craziest of situations. In fact, the arresting detective asked if I had been arrested previously, because I was so calm.

In addition, my court date has been postponed numerous times. It would not surprise me in the slightest if nothing happens tomorrow.

Monday, August 4, 2008

Frustration

I am incredibly frustrated.  Although my attorney, Barry is brilliant when it comes to the courtroom, he is a twit, when it comes to anything administrative.  Apparently, he double booked my next court appearance which was originally this Friday.  Therefore, he had to reschedule me & I have to wait an additional three weeks to get on with my life.  By then, it will be six months from the time I was arrested to the time I am able to complete the stupidity of the court process.  It feels like it is neverending.