“Union.”
“Hunger again. Hunger for stability.”
“Okay, hunger again. Women are a turn on”
“Are they? And here you are with a boy, Jatupon.”
“The name’s Nawin,” he shouted. Then he calmed down and laughed at himself. “Yeah, it’s Jatupon; and you’re right, here I am with a boy.” He laughed again. “Variety is the spice of life. That is an American aphorism, Mosquito; and Nawin here is a full blooded American born in the states.”
“I don’t see a Best Western. How far out on this road do you want to go?”
Nawin looked at the boy next to him who had fallen asleep. “He looks like a child-a hurt child trying in sleep to just figure out how to make sense out of his situation, survive and not sell himself out too fully. I should be saving kids like this-even in Canada kids can be trashed.”
“Will you save him before or after you fuck him?”
“Maybe I ought to just go home. This guy on top or bottom isn’t going to stop me from hurting or from being hungry. It just propels me quicker to the next hunger.” He smiled. “I think I can get a grip on me completely. I really do. Having people plug up my pain is the glue that I disgorge into my nostrils, the caulk and the repainting that hides the broken facade. I don’t want to be a wrinkled black thing like you and still picking up prostitutes. Piggy had the right idea. I might as well start the habit sooner than later.”
“She’s left you. She’s gone now.”