Hi poker people,
My name is Julie. Maybe that is my real name, maybe it isn't. I'm 54 years old, and my life today isn't very exciting. I have been listening to Pokerfraudalert Radio for about 2 years, and I finally decided it was time to make a forum post. Just in case you think maybe this is a fake account, you can ask Dan Druff, as he has texted with me and can tell you I am real.
CHAPTER 1 MY MOTHER THE WHORE
My old life was very different from my present life. I was conceived at fucking Woodstock of all places, during the so-called summer of love. My mom was 17 and did a ton of drugs and had no clue who my dad was. From what I understand she was high and fucking randoms there. She was a real piece of work, and I didn't cry she died.
My grandparents were very religious. They were barely tolerating my mom no longer going to church with them, and her wild behavior of which they probably knew about 5% of what was really going on. When she learned she was pregnant and broke it to my grandfather, he blew his top and threw her out. From what I was told he made the decision in about 20 minutes. My mom was crashing on friends couches and had me in early 1970, when she was 18. She liked to throw in my face all the time that she would've aborted me had it been legal. They legalized abortion in New York in 1970, so in 1969 she was stuck with me. I'm sure the religious right would have a field day with my story if I told it on Twitter or something.
Mom took a bus with me cross country to San Francisco, where she thought hippy culture would welcome her. Well sure, the SF hippies were happy to take in a hot 18 year old chick who was gonna fuck everyone and take any drugs put in front of her, but a screaming infant is a real downer, man. Wasn't long until she realized she was unwelcome in the spaces she tried to enter, and she realized she needed a profession. What better profession than the world's oldest?
Yes my mom was a whore. She established herself in Oakland. At the time Oakland was like 2/3 white and 1/3 black. I know hard to picture today, but that's really what it was. She made some friend there who was a fellow streetwalker who also had a kid, and basically they traded shifts watching each other's kids. Never liked her friend's daughter who was 3 years older than me and bullied me a lot, until I was old enough for mom to leave me alone in the apartment.
If you fucked a white Oakland hooker between 1970 and 1999 you might have been with my mom. I don't know what she would have done with herself had she lived longer, but she died of a drug OD at the age of 47 in 1999. By that point we hadn't talked in 10 years and I hate to admit it didn't bring on any sadness when I got the news of what happened.