The darkness
Last night was difficult. I’ve spent the last two years learning about “the game” and spending time getting to know the women who are trapped in it. But sometimes when I’m on the streets and in conversation with these women it is easy to forget just how manipulated they are, how trapped they are, and how hungry they are for a new and different life. These women are good at playing the game – they talk the talk, walk the walk, and display every assurance of confidence. But every so often you are reminded of the reality of this dark world. Last night we saw some pimps “sweating”

Slow changes
We saw about 30 girls this last weekend.One girl, P*, could not have been older than 17 - just BEAUTIFUL, got picked up by a john right after chatting with us.My heart breaks every time I see a girl get into a car and drive away.Sometimes the change is so slow it hurts....until the last lock breaks

A street of mixed emotions
Hello from the streets! It has been a while. I’ve been out quite a few times since March when I last wrote, but the discipline of sitting down and documenting is something I often lack. So here I am again. Last night turned out to be an evening of mixed emotions. While a majority of it was filled with celebration, laughter and fellowship; walking the streets of L.A. we were equally confronted with hopelessness, anxiety and fear as we looked into some of the eyes of the women we met. Before leaving to go on outreach Laurie, Daryl, Jen U, Johnny and myself went to Sizzler together to celebrate a couple birthdays. It was a great