a story from my mother

A story from my mother.

She hitch hiked to Canada in 1972. She got word of a spot to sneak over on the boarder, I don’t know why she had to sneak over. She waded through swampy grass and cow shit into Canada and walked until she found a road. She hitchhiked to Vancouver. She slept in flop houses and Became a Stripper. Her stage name was Sarah Gil and she performed in an act called Vanilla and Chocolate with a woman that looked like Tina Turner whose stage name was Trixie LaVonne. They were toppless dancers. The day my mother first danced she was almost fired for wearing the only shoes she had, the pimps told her she had to leave her stinky cowboy boots at home. She became a shoplifter, she shoplifted shoes, ligeriea and food. When she danced she would paint her face with crazy colors as if at a carnival and weave feathers in her hair. She felt safer from the men with the eyes (and especially the one that would poke them with the big stick)with her real face shaded by these paints.