Wednesday, August 11, 2010

HOOKER'S REVENGE

  There's an old joke about a preacher's sermon getting his holy-roller congregation so whooped up one of the ladies began talking in tongues,  dancing, then rolling and somersaulting down the isle. At one point, her dress flipped over her head and remained there, exposing her gaudy red bloomers. And so forth. 
 The preacher, seeing her predicament, said to his flock, "May anyone who gazes upon Sister Bertha Mae, in her embarassment, be struck blind."
 To which the ol' Deacon, responded, slapping a hand over an eye,  "Hell, I'm gonna risk one eye, anyway." 
 A few years back, some folks in Immokalee were risking a lot more. 
 The hazard came in the person of one Lucy Twattle. Lucy was a hooker in Immokalee back when AIDS was just getting a good start. Back then there were no medicines that would sustain your life and folks who knew about it were terrified of the disease. Or, they should've been.
 Lucy was one of the first victims of AIDS. She was also the Typhoid Mary of AIDS in Immokalee. Lucy carried no condoms and promoted unprotected sex. There were always plenty of takers, men not being particularly enamored with "raincoat sex." 
 She plied her trade whenever she wasn't locked in the Immokalee Jail. Asked why she was deliberately trying to spread the death bug, she'd say, "That's the way I got it. Some sumbitch gave it to me and I'm gonna pass it right on."
 Lucy quit showing up in jail after awhile. She either passed on or moved on, leaving a tragic wake. 

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