I look at my watch and it’s still early. Nine o’clock. I can scout for some trade at the train station and if there’s a performance on at the State Theatre I can wait around the corner, near the toilets. It always surprises me how many tuxedoed men sneak away for a quick hand job while their wives suck up whatever cultural extravaganza is being performed.
At the train station I buy a ticket. I’m not going to use it but if any of the guards ask me why I’m hanging around, I can show them the ticket and tell them I’m waiting for a train. Some of them know me down there by now. The thing is, I know the ones who know me and I avoid them if I can.
Tonight the train station is reasonably busy. I go into the men's toilets and stand at the urinal between a black guy, who’s letting loose a great t
