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I got sick of the trips. I was going broke. I would get home from another vacation, pay my bills, and I was down to almost nothing. Being a hooker is not cheap, after all. My ad in the Yellow Pages is $3,000 a year. When people ask me if I have a pimp, I say, “Yeah. Southwestern Bell.” And state comptroller Bob Bullock. I pay sales tax on every call I make. Then there’s the rent on my office—a desk in a Mexican mechanic’s shop with a telephone that I forward to my trick phones at home—since you have to have a business address to get an escort-service listing. My business was going down the toilet, and Mark was showing me everything in the world except that he could take care of me. My dad asked me, “How can you keep on living like this?”
I flipped out on a camping trip in the summer of 1986. I got drunk and realized that I was wasting my life on this mysterious schmuck. Reality hit. I pounced on him, beating him up, breaking his glasses, calling him a “worthless lowlife.” I was a screaming banshee bitch. I threw all the wienies and marshmallows in the fire. Then I grabbed the hatchet, slashing everything—the tent, the ice chest, the air mattress Mark was trying to sleep on. I staggered off into the woods, got lost, and eventually had to call the cops from a gas station to take me back to the campsite. When we got there, they made me give them Mark’s I.D. They did a big search on it and told me that although they couldn‘t prove anything, I’d best stay away from Mark Reeves.
When we got home, I told Mark he’d better get serious about earning a regular living. “What do you want to do with your life?” I asked him. He sat for a long time and thought about it.
“A stockbroker,” he said. “I think I can predict the stock market.“
“Well, go for it!” I said, thinking anything would be an improvement over whatever he was doing in his present career. He later confessed to three bank jobs during the summer of 1986: two in Fort Worth and one in San Antonio.
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