Not dead, not in jail. You people actually check the PBSO mug shots for me when I haven't posted in a long time? Wow. For those who don't know yet, my full name is Michelle Angelina Moreau. I guess it doesn't matter anymore. I'm not working the streets anymore. You want to know why?
That girl in the article (Kimberly Dixon, we called her Kimmy) wasn't just some random ho to me. I lived with her. I did dates with her. Hell, I had a threesome with her and her ex-boyfriend just for fun a long time ago. This is a girl who would come to ME if a date beat her up, or the cops were after her and she needed a place to hide out, or if she was dopesick, or sad, or lonely, or had no place to stay and it was raining. I KNOW, without a shadow of a doubt, that I've written in this blog about "Shane and Kim" being friends of mine. That's the Kimmy that they found in a fucking plastic bag. Blunt force trauma to the head by a motor vehicle- that's not in the article but I was contacted by Lake Worth detectives, since we were pretty close friends for "street people". The article does say this though:
"People liked her, and she had friends, said [the cop], and a woman at another hotel, who asked not to be named said the same thing."
Yes, she was a crack-smoking heroin-addicted street hooker. Yes, she was on the shit list of every police department in south Florida. Yes, she had a hell of a criminal record (all victimless crimes though, if you look closely- hooking, drugs, failure to appear but no robbery, no violence, no theft, no fraud). But people liked her, and she had friends, and once you proved to her that you weren't her enemy- that you were on her side- she was one of the sweetest, most compassionate, loving people I've ever known. Her and Shane, (who has been in a drug program for 8 months and stayed clean that whole time- he isn't a suspect AT ALL if anyone is thinking that) were the best friends I've ever had on the street. Well, one more name comes to mind- but that doesn't matter.
Those of you who have been reading me since last summer already know about Joe. He was my roommate at one of the motels I used to live in, and we got very close. At one point, we let a couple stay in the motel room with us- Shane and Kimmy. The 4 of us were great friends. Then Joe overdosed on heroin and died, back in August (I wrote about it here). I'm the one who found him. Out of that group of people- me, Shane, Joe, and Kimmy- half of the group is dead. Jesus.
ME AND KIMMY LIVED EXACTLY THE SAME...
So, yeah. I'm off the streets. I still do some dates, because I gave out my phone number to my favorite clients and they call me and arrange stuff, but I don't hit The Horror Mile anymore. (BTW Ron from Delray- the horror mile!!! I haven't heard that in like 2 years! Laughed my ass off- thanks.)
I've been off heroin for 2 weeks so FUCK ALL Y'ALL HATERZZZZ!!!!
I don't need that fucking boy anymore anyways. Also, I broke up with Greg. For real this time- haven't spoken to him in over a week (although I do need my stuff back).
2 weeks ago