11:51 A.M.
Tommy gobbled the food down as if he hadn’t had anything in days. I was concerned about his nutrition and wondered when he had last eaten. Although he didn’t look emaciated or sickly, I was convinced that he was ravenous, depleted of calories and nutrients. He was slovenly when he ate. Egg hung on the left corner of his mouth, sausage juice was smeared against his bottom lip, and toast crumbs decorated his chin.
I passed him a napkin and asked, “When did you last eat?”
He couldn’t remember, which surprised me. “I don’t know. Eating isn’t important.”
It was maybe the first time I realized that he was homeless, living on the streets, and a hustler. Did he have s*x for money? Had he made sixty bucks for a blowjob and a hundred for anal s*x? Did Tommy have a history of working t
