I had just spent a morning and afternoon drinking myself into a sweet, sweet oblivion, when I remembered that I had to work the streets that night. The corner of Queen and James was my spot, but on that night, a younger, more attractive ho was standing where I always did. My pimp said to me “Clarisse, I don’t need you anymore. I sold you to the circus. I thought with horror about midgets in all their proportional ugliness. I guess that’s why I was so relieved when I was handed a shovel and told to shovel the elephant dung.