I Was Working For A Pimp At Age 11
I’ll call him Bucky for safety reasons
After my father passed away from cancer, we moved to a city called Collinwood. It was nestled right in the heart of Cleveland Ohio.
For those of you who know, that area is extremely dangerous. However, being a kid, it was fun. Why? Because I could walk down the street with a cigarette and 40 ounces of old English…