…and spent 800 Kc, fully 75% of my remaining funds but only about 33 USD, to bring two cute Roma boys home from hlavní nádraží, Prague’s main train station. For some reason, I was feeling like it was my last week in Prague and what the fuck did it matter if I spent most of my remaining funds? What […]
Camp Chris, two of his British friends who were staying in one of Bob’s rooms, and I had spotted a cute slim, bleached-blonde boy at hlavní nádraží, Prague’s main train station, a couple days ago. It was late and he was obviously for sale, but none of us approached him. He was wearing acid-washed jeans,
I dozed two nights under that evergreen bush until it was simply too cold to remain sleeping on the ground. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced such violent shuddering before, and it’s not even winter yet. That night was the first time I could see my breath. I wouldn . . . Sorry, but this
Jen’s landlord nixed my spending the night again. She had been freaked out that I was in the flat when Jen wasn’t. So last night I walked the streets until 3. The main train station is closed between one and three. It was odd watching everyone pour out, looking dazed, as if that were the
Your homeless situation says that you’re somehow no longer human because you couldn’t or don’t know how to make your way in the world; that you belong outside but not even with the comfort of straw given to barnyard animals or the dignity to lie down to sleep just like any other dog can anywhere
I’m sitting in the Globe Bookstore (“an expat institution” says Lonely Planet) accessing the internet once again. Radovan is off baby-sitting a very cool American guy whom we’re trying to persuade to shake off the Pentecostal guilt of his past and enjoy the delights of readily available and cute Prague boys. He’s accompanied by an
By most accounts Miro and I have together managed to revive the sex biznis at the station all by our lonesome. I guess it took one motivated-by-homelessness Czech boy with a decent knowledge of English and balls of steel for dealing with both station security, joined with one equally down-and-out American, with a perverse love
I might not take Miro’s kisses but I will take the occasional hot blow job in the station toilets like I got a couple days in a row from Martin, one of the boys I found for Richie last week. Martin was grateful to me, his pimp, I guess, for making more money in fifteen minutes than he had in the whole month previous working at an in-the-black construction site.