Around 2am I exit the Internet cafe and start home. Pass up a dark block and light a cigarette. Transvestite hooker leaps out of a doorway of Hotel Leon and quacks in broken English, “Hey, baby - one cigarette for me?”
Why not? I stop and I’m pulling out my package - sounds kinda dirty, don’t it? A pelon cholo pops up and asks for one, too. She shoots out, “No, no - just give it to him!”
Why not? He’s cute anyway. My defenses on full alert - seemed like a set up for some random thievery on my part. Cholo lights up and mumbles gracias and walks on.
I start on my way and the drag clops after me laying a scrawny hand on my arm, “Hey, baby, hey! Wait - you wanna fuck my pussy?” She sneers behind silver teeth.
“Ew!” I snarl and walk on.
My shoes echo down the broken sidewalk - it is late and cool and quiet. I walk briskly in the hopes of dodging the patrols - those thieving bastards. Street light red and I cross anyways and notice an obvious rentboy on opposite corner. Not in the mood so I jaywalk a bit to avoid him.
“Hello?” He says in English. Then “Hola?” I pretend not to hear but the pssk pssk! makes his intentions clear. I stop with a dramatic turn as a rat the size of a cat bonzai’s for a sewer grate.
I size up this character - nice body, tight white button down v-neck sweater exposing flat stomach, tight khaki Capri’s with long fat cock running down left leg. And them pants were real tight.
“Yes?” I ask imperiously.
I notice in the half light his face is blotchy and red. What the fuck is with his face? Acne?, I thought. Then I noticed the blood splattered on his shoulders and the blood soaked rag in his hand. He steps into the light of the street lamp and his face is all beaten up.
He meekly starts talking in pieces, “Mieda (Look.) - the motherfuckers - I have no money - they took - mieda…” He pulls out a silver chain that once was attached to a wallet. I half turned away.
“Ayuda - help…” He pleads, hands up and outward.
I start to walk - my face a frozen mask of no compassion. I say dryly, “Bueno suerte.” (Good luck.) I continue to my apartment leaving that Fallen Angel under the cold yellow light of a street lamp.