When Sherry told me that she wanted to do her version of "Tales from the Other Side", I was beside myself. Although the feedback was good from the pilot, I somehow found myself distracted from what I was trying do with the series.

Ladies and Gentlemen, A gifted writer and person, Sherry...The Messenger
Chile how I ended up here in this room is so beyond me. I dont even have the slightest of clues, girlfriend and I know they say at the end you're supposed to go toward the light. But I had no idea that it would be anything like this; some kind of weird interrogation room with a light shining in my pretty face. Now that's sho nuff some kinda stretch from what I was thinkin'. What's my story, you ask? Well lets put it like this honey chile, I ain't never been in the safest profession. Some would even classify it as a crime, but I'm here to tell you baby, my only crime was being pretty. Walkin' the ave is a right baby, and you betta believe I knows my rights! This particular night though it was business as usual. Everybody who rides up my block knows what I am; I ain't never tried to hide it. But I aint no whore, Im a strutter baby, there is a big difference. The boys drive up and I struts to they car. I aint doin this for no crack, you see girlfriend. Im doin this to pay my bills. You work at a desk with your white collar while some work in a factory with they blue collar. Well baby, my collar is pink and I work on the streets you dig? Mind if I get one of them squares honey; and gone 'head and give me a light while I finish tellin you 'bout my night suga. Thank you. Now like I was sayin' everybody knows who and what I am. I aint keepin no secrets. And I guess the other broads on the block was gettin' pissed with me cuz they feel they pockets gettin' light. I cant help it if what Im givin them boys is better than what they can offer. Like I said before baby, my only crime was being pretty; but I suppose they felt like I was takin' they money. I ain't been workin' this block all that long either. It got too hot for me where I was before. The cops ran me off. When I first got on this block the girls wasn't trippin' on me. I guess they figured I wasnt no competition for them.. (Chuckles) Huh! that changed real fast. All the tricks wanted me. It got to the point that I was sore all the time and almost couldnt handle the demand. But I hung in there like a champ. Like I said, this is my bread and meat. If I ain't buckin', I dont eat.This one particular girl; the head fish in the pond named Slimmie, she ain't never took no likin' to me. Said it was my fault all these germs is killin' folk. Guess she aint realizin' the same germs that can kill them can kill me, so I keeps myself protected, just like they ought to. Well Slimmie sashays her Shonte' over my way and confronts me about suckin' off her pimp. Hell, money is money baby and if his girls ain't doin' it right, then my soft lips is welcomed to accommodate him. But Slimmie ain't like that. Said I aint have no business on the block no way. I guess she tried to lay claim to the street, but whatever baby. Ms Thang don't take no orders from nobody. And you bet your sweet balls, baby; yes indeed I went back and told her pimp that he'd betta keep his hoes in check. I'm not sure tellin' him that she confronted me was the right thing to do because he was mad as hell that she even knew. Started askin' me all kinds of questions, who she was with, who else knows, what did I say to her, how she find out, I mean all kinds of questions baby, a million of em. And even though he tried to play it cool I knew that he was mad enough to spit fire like my granny used to say. He told me that he was gon' take care of her and left it at that. I was cool with that too. As long as he put his beyoch in check everything was fine by me. Well late one night I gets a call on my cell. It was Slimmie's pimp tellin' me that he had her strung up. Said if I wanted a piece to teach her a lesson just come through. I started not to because him whoopin' her up was enough for me. But then I started thinkin', if he's got my back and I put my punches in, all the rest of them fishy hoes would have no choice but to respect me too. I took down the math and headed for the spot where they was holed up. It was some old dark secluded area and the smell was horrible. It smelled like a garbage dump which was probably because the town incinerator was nearby. Stray cats mewed loudly and scattered as the sound of my heels clacked up the alley toward the destination that Mr. Pimp Man had given me. They must've been waiting for me because as soon as I stepped through the threshold I immediately felt a tight stinging sensation around my neck. The last thing I remember was hearing her laugh while he grumbled, I don't like no beans and franks beyoch. Then I'm here; that's about all I can tell ya. I know I'm dead cuz heres my soul. Where my body is, I couldn't even tell ya, and don't nobody else know either. I don't guess nobody even cares. I know all them girls is glad that I ain't there no more. I know they hated being showed up every night by a man. But like I said before baby, it ain't my fault that them boys was likin' the way I was givin it to...or takin' it from 'em. My only crime was being pretty, so don't judge me cuz any day it could be you.