Standing on a street corner, meandering, trying to be conspicuously inconspicuous, looking into cars expectantly, but with trepidation, searching, hoping, but in all ways, totally desperate. It’s not about food, or sex, […]
Standing on a street corner, meandering, trying to be conspicuously inconspicuous, looking into cars expectantly, but with trepidation, searching, hoping, but in all ways, totally desperate. It’s not about food, or sex, […]