true story

This morning I got on the 31 outbound. As it drove through the tenderloin, I saw a really young looking guy who appeared to be about 15 or 16. He was hanging out with obviously questionable individuals who appeared to be over 40. Immediately, all my memories of pre-teen Scarlet came rushing back to me. It made me very sad. Honestly, the TL youngster reminded me of myself in a lot of ways (he looked like me too) so maybe that's why it made me sad.

The story of preteen Scarlet- So there's this group of prostitutes in the TL called the Scarlets. They all have the same pimp, and there's about 5. They are all white women with red hair. A while ago, a friend of mine started to find homemade posters all over the TL saying "Scarlet, the white woman yous all know is wanted in other states for robberies and murders." There were a few different types- tweaker Scarlet who always wore skimpy outfits, and always looked pissed off. She had a stripper look. Then there was dred Scarlet, who had red dreds, she obviously dies a long time ago, she had face tattoos and always sat on the corner in front of a liquor store, filthy, addicted to heroin, and obviously a prostitute. There's 2 or 3 other ones, and I don't know that much about them. Then, there's preteen Scarlet. They're all junkie whores living the American dream in the tenderloin. Tenderloin magic!