Once, when I was a young smiling arab, a streetwalker propositioned me as I went home after a long night at the library studying for my SATs. She offered sex for a ridiculously small amont of money, and nearly sucked my virginity right out of me.

I don't say this to brag, especially since the extensive scarring from the STDs has only recently begun to clear up, but to say this: I have seen the look in this girl's eyes before, on that night, when a wayward soul traded her body for another hit from her crack pipe. It's pure, unadulterated hate that even hard narcotics can't cloud. As some lecherous fuck adjusted his woody through his trousers and snapped the picture, she was remembering her dreams of becoming a ballerina and wondering where it all went wrong.

We are lost.