By Chris Lane
By Jeff Balke
By Aaron Reiss
By Angelica Leicht
By Dianna Wray
By Aaron Reiss
By Camilo Smith
By Craig Malisow
Gag 'n gargle: Thanks for the article ["The Breakfast Club," by Wendy Grossman, December 11]. I enjoyed reading it, but then again, I enjoy watching very early John Waters movies.
I kept reading the article and thinking "eeewww." If ever anyone thought of street prostitution as being glamorous, you helped expose it for what it is: impersonal sex with a gross prostitute.
I kept thinking about how they don't even rinse their mouth after "performing" their profession, and God knows what the smell is like. Again, eeewww! And the picture of the prostitute. That was the pièce de résistance!
Blame the TABC: Yes! Thanks for your story. Maybe now the city of Galveston will be embarrassed enough to start caring. Maybe now the elected officials will get involved.
Please take your story one more step: to the Texas Alcoholic Beverage Commission. Here is a state agency that collects $3,500 per year for each alcohol permit, $1,000 for every beer permit and a 14 percent tax for each alcoholic beverage sold. They have six agents working all of Galveston County. We get nothing for our tax money. Not only do they not have the people to protect us from such things, they are not willing.
I brought it to the TABC's attention and was told agents are in Galveston two or three times a week and see no activity like this. Your pictures are at convenience stores at 33rd and 35th and Seawall. Similar activities, most of them around convenience stores policed by the TABC, occur in ten other locations along the seawall and Broadway.
Now, you found it and I see it, but the people we pay to police it can't find it -- the woman with the TABC has gone as far as to say she has the wrong color cars for doing surveillance work.
I truly believe if we gave a big portion of these tax dollars to fund the local police, our alcohol tax dollars would be better spent. Thanks again.
Father knows worst: The disturbing part about your article is not the prostitution but the crack.
I am from Port Arthur, and crack use is what I would call an epidemic there, as well as in neighboring cities. One of those you interviewed asked a john "did he not see how filthy she was." I asked myself if that lady knows how many johns probably do crack, too. Almost everyone where I'm from knows someone on crack, even white-collar types and others no one would suspect.
I personally know five (off the top of my head), one being my own father. My aunt worked with a lady whose husband uses crack. She noticed something was wrong when she was washing clothes and saw blood in his underwear. He had been having anal sex to pay for his habit. A police officer informed my mother that less than 1 percent of people ever kick the habit. In the case of my father, he is on probation, and he claims to be disabled, but he tested positive for crack/cocaine earlier this year.
These people won't stop because nothing is deterring them except money. The only time they don't do it is when they can't afford it. Oh, and I learned from my dad that pot can hide crack use because it counteracts the hyperactivity and it induces the urge to eat.
Name withheld by request
Holiday cheer: With reference to Wendy Grossman's article, it is uplifting to know that some folks in Galveston are experiencing the season to be jolly by getting (a) piece on earth.
Brilliant article; so was the picture on the cover. Blew me away!
Blowing it: The front cover's headline was inappropriate for a paper that kids can read easily in a diner or supermarket.
Your choice of words was poor and tasteless. Come up with a metaphor or use alliteration to make your point, but please refrain using from crude language. As a loyal reader, but also a father of eight- and ten-year-old boys, your word choice shocked me.
How did that front cover slip by the editing staff? Please select your words more carefully; instead of base or crude language, use your journalism skills, come up with something clever, even a double-entendre, and save the commonplace vulgarity.
Attention-getter: I liked your feature. It was funny yet informative. The "blow job" reference on the front cover didn't hurt either, to grab my attention (obviously I'm male).
As soon as you flip past the buxom girl on the cover, you open it up to see the harsh reality of prostitutes (Robbie McGee) that you don't normally see in the Pretty Woman-type movies.
Head of the line: I have grown accustomed to your version of "freedom of the press" and "freedom of speech." Occasionally, I wince and continue to read. However, your article about crackhead hookers and the accompanying cover blurb really were over the top.
I was in the checkout line at the grocery store when a young girl behind me (about ten years old) asked her daddy what a "blow job" was. Several others near me heard her, too. It was a horrible thing.