Diane started turning tricks when she was twenty, having come to the Bronx from Yonkers. Her pimp introduced her to crack cocaine, a “god awful addiction” that she only recently kicked. She now lives in assisted housing, spending the days at a corner gas station near the main road used by the truckers.
She is the mother of three children, who now live in Arizona with their Grandmother. She tries to talk to them as often as possible. I asked her how she wanted to be described, and she said ‘as a good person. I have never hurt anyone, I just try my best to get by, make a living. I am decent.’
I came back to get some more shots, but the police arrived, asked her to leave, and then questioned me. Maybe another day.