Here is the beginning of my auto-biography titled "Champagne twelve years of tears", just a small sample hope to one day finish it, and get it published.

The water from the shower falls down my back and down my face, and tiny drops gather on my eye lashes, and down my lips. I lick my lips just to get a little taste of the water that sooths my whole body. As I re- live tonight’s events in my mind. I can’t believe I took off my clothes on a stage with a full house of people watching. Ok maybe I didn’t take off all my clothes, but almost. Down to my bra and panties this was enough for me to be in shock of myself.

I was nineteen years old when I moved to the city from a small town, and headed for bigger and better places, I thought. I had big dreams of being a model, and an actress. These dreams would have to be put on hold for a while almost entirely for about twelve years, as I explored a world hardly known to most everyday people. A world of sex, drugs, hidden lives, and murder. My life as an exotic dancer.