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sick … he said he had to get some money fast did I wanna trick with him. It was awful he was getting the sweats already and in pain. I told him: How bad do you need the money? bad enough to turn over? He started crying but he turned over and I went ahead and fucked him … gave him thirty extra cause I felt so fuckin guilty afterwards. I really don’t know what to say … I don’t know why I did it to him … he hasn’t said a word to me since then and I figure it’s about time I split from here … maybe head back to New York. There’s some halfway houses I can work in keep a low profile for a while anyway …

Young Boy in Times Square 4:00 A.M.
    NEW YORK CITY
    It’s okay down here … I got lots of friends lots of people watchin out for me … a couple of prostitutes are like my second parents … they give me money for coffee or cigarettes when things are tight … I let em know when I see the vans comin around … I tell ya I learned more down here about real people in a year than the last seven years in school. Tell me what the fuck Lewis and Clark would do if they sailed down the Hudson and got off on Forty-second Street and they didn’t have no money to get somethin to eat … I could hook em up with a guy who’d put both of em in soft fuck films in a second … ha ha … no no, really I do okay down here … there’s a weirdo once in a while but most of the guys are nice … ya learn to pick em out by the way they move … if a man’s crazy you can pick it up in his eyes in a second. There’s other ways to pick up money besides hustlin the Square … by Saturday afternoon business is bad … most of the payin johns have got some kid for the weekend and there’s not too much goin on … there’s this crazy kid I know he’s been showin me a lot of shit … he took me out to Coney Island and hipped me to kickin clothes … that’s when ya get two kids like me and him and ya take off your shirts just like any normal kids on a beach and when it’s crowded ya run down the beach chasin each other and every once in a while ya stop and throw each other around in the sand and all ya gotta do is keep a smile on your face and laugh a lot like you’re just two kids havin fun … then ya get over by a blanket where there’s some pairs of pants folded up and if no one’s watchin close ya chase each other past the blanket and kick the pair of pants in front of you … ya just keep shouting and laughin and kickin the fuckin pants down the beach till ya get a ways away and then ya fall down like you’re out of breath. If no one comes screamin down at ya for kickin their pants around ya go through the pockets and take whatever money’s there … we did this for a whole summer on the weekends … I finally stopped doin it though cause the last time I did it see usually I’d let my friend kick the pants and we’d split it fifty-fifty but he got tired of it and said if I didn’t kick for a while he’d give me a smaller cut so I started kickin and about the seventh time I kicked we got far down on the beach and I reached into the pants for the wallet. It was thick like there was a lot of money and when I opened it my eyes almost took a vacation there was this fuckin gold detective badge hooked inside it … I gave it up then and there. This guy hipped me to a lot of other things too. We’d ride dumbwaiters up and down these old buildings in Brooklyn from the roof and kick in doors and pick up some cash. Sometimes we’d raid the refrigerator if there was anything worthwhile in there. Lemme tell ya this guy is crazy though … a couple of weeks ago he walked into this butcher shop downtown the owners were busy in the back makin repairs and he walked over and picked the key to the register off the wall and opened the cash drawer. There was about three