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and suddenly I’m on my knees again and my face is getting mashed into his belly and sliding down across rough cloth and the metal zipper and there’s this sweet musty smell and I can’t breathe and my head is pulled back and his dick is slapping across my eyes and being rubbed over my cheeks and bloody lips and suddenly it’s inside my mouth and his hands are twisted up in my hair cradling the back of my skull shoving me forward and I feel his dick hit me in the back of the throat and I start feeling pain for the first time like the open pants are in focus and he’s pulled his dick out of my mouth and I’m choking and he’s running one big hand over my face putting his fingers in my ears in my mouth dragging down my lower jaw and forcing his dick in between the fingers and the saliva and blood and shoving in and out and pulling on my hair and everything goes out of focus my eyes moving around blindly the smell of basement water and raw sewage and mustiness and he’s slapping my face like he wants to wake me up and I realize I’m crying and he tells me that he loves me and he lifts me up and pulls me towards him in a big hug and he puts his lips over mine and sticks his tongue in my mouth and buries his rough face down into my collar and licks and drags his tongue over my neck and shoulders and his hands are up inside my shirt and he’s rubbing them back and forth across my chest and belly and taking quick handfuls of flesh and twisting and pulling and then his hands are in the back of my pants to the sides and he suddenly rips apart my pants and punches me in the side of the head at the same time pulling my hair and pulling me back down on the floor and I’m on my belly I feel cold stone scraping my skin and he kneels down onto the center of my back and it hurts and I try to scream but he’s shoving my underwear into my mouth and I’m hit with such a feeling of claustrophobia and fear that it’s hours before I realize that my hands and legs are tied together and that I’m lying on my side and the rag in my mouth is soaking wet and making small bubbling sounds each time I breathe …

Hobo in Train Yard
    PASCO, WASHINGTON
    I tell ya … if ya got a good story and an unknown face you can pick up ten or twenty dollars’ worth of food stamps from this welfare office about a mile from here in town. One time I found this old crutch somebody lost so I limped into this office where this woman was workin and I sat down and told her how my car broke down about ten miles down the road … I said me and my wife and my three kids had been drivin for days and we ran outta money … I told her that my wife was real sick and needed to go to a doctor and my kids ain’t had nothin to eat for the last couple of days … I tell ya I almost had that woman cryin … she was about to reach into her own purse and give me money when this guy comes in who works there and he starts questionin me and after a while they caught on that I was tellin them a story and they told me: Man, you get your crutch and you use it to get out of town cause if we see you around here again we’re gonna have you arrested. I was embarrassed and I got the hell outta there as fast as I could. Yesterday I met two young hitchhikers just like yourselves … they took me out and bought me a nice breakfast and a couple jugs of wine. They were real nice but that wine made me sleepy. This mornin some guy comes into the car bangin on the wall and says: Okay I need me four guys to unload a truck … take ya about two hours and I’ll pay ten dollars. I rolled over and went back to sleep … unloadin a truck in that condition? Well, excuse me … I gotta go see if my buddy got paid … maybe we’ll go into town and bring back a nice bottle of wine …

Man in Brew & Burger on Forty-second Street and Eighth Avenue
    NEW YORK CITY
    I guess things are going okay … a