Is it a good read

I woke up feeling good this morning. It was Mardi Gras, you know Fat Tuesday. I partied all last night. I started with Bourbon and Canal St. and ended up in some hotel with a really cute guy. I got up quietly and checked his pockets for cash. A hundred bucks, good score first thing in the morning. I bet you thinking how trifling but I’m seventeen years old and just trying to make it. I learned quickly that you got to get it however you can. I’ve been on my own since I was sixteen. One year, that’s right. One year on the street is like a lifetime though. I use to live in Tennessee, I grew up in a dysfunctional family with a step dad who like to touch and a mother who didn’t mind looking the other way as long as her pockets stayed fat.  So when I hit sixteen I hit the road. It was hard when I first got here. I mean, everybody was trying to get out on me. Rather it is sexually, mentally, or anything else they could think of. I started off as a stupid hooker, moved up to street looter, then finally a street hustler, which is what I’m doing now. I also work at Sal’s House of Crunk, I have to walk around topless but it pays the bills. Besides walking around topless is better than naked any day. Anyway back to taking the sleeping guys money he just met me, you should never stay all night with a stranger or at least wake up before they do. So I just taught him a lesson next time he’ll know better.  I eased on my pants and shirt grabbed my shoes and slide quietly out the door. I headed to Krystal’s ordered my usual two sunrises and a cup of orange juice.  After I finished eating I headed to my apartment. It is a small one bedroom slash bathroom, kitchen slash dining room but hey it is all mines. My boss had even given me a bed and old couch he didn’t want anymore. Good ole Sal, he tried to act like a tough guy but he was a total softie once you get to know him. Take the way I started working for him I saw a hiring ad in the paper that said House of Crunk needs new staff, see Sal on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. So I went in that Monday for an interview. When he saw me he said, No way I don’t hire anybody under eighteen. I told him that I was eighteen he looked at me and laughed yeah right get out of here juevy, I don’t need any trouble in my place. I came back every Monday, Wednesday and Friday for two weeks he finally said, You know what juevy you got stamina and dedication I tell you that. I’m going to go ahead and give you a try. No stripping for you though server only you hear me, he growled. Yeah I said no problem I just need a job and that’s how I got my first gig. Once I made it to the house I showered and started getting ready for work as I was brushing my teeth I got a call from Juicy(one of the girls from the club) and asked if I could work her shift I said no problem I needed the money anyhow. That mean I would be working a double today, good thing I did come home early. As I was headed to work I picked up a paper to look at the classifieds where they place the ads for actors and actresses.