I'll start small. Small time. I'll start in this truck stop. In between the men's and lady's room and I won't judge which door they'll come outta. I'll start small just shows and Joes and blows and Schmucks. And go big time go down to Florida, where it'll be warm and where fat tourists will want someone to blow off steam with and I may get free stuff maybe a sugar daddy or momma not that my momma or daddy was bad to me they were good and good to me. They’ll treat me right, like an armchair. They treated me right. Didn't touch me or nothin' just all I got is a dream. Maybe I'll go out to Hollywood with a trucker instead of goin' down to Florida. Florida is too warm anyhow and tropical drinks are for fruits and fags and I ain't one. I'll go down to Hollywood and maybe go down on some. Gay for pay and pay is good. All I want is solitary Arkansas all I ask is to stay inside my dream and I won't get stuck anywhere if I do get stuck I'll just hitch up my wheels and roll down. That ain't no reason to do nothing. Maybe I'll go down to Mexico way and be on a border town and just be with cowboys and cowgirls eating Mexican food shack in' up with some guy but I ain't gay, just a business man. Just go down to Mexico somewhere by the beach maybe. Tourists are better there and the sea water and the air blows and wisps and touches and glides and streams. Maybe I'll get picked up in Hollywood by some big name director. Maybe I'll be the new John Holes or a superstar action star shooting with ladies and I'll pay money got enough money at the truck sit for each person to get a hamburger at the truck stop. Start at the truck stop. Get. Hamburger. Whatcha doin' there boy? Nothin' mister. Bill come help with this here axle rod. Ok dad. Fags get beat up in west Texas and thrown off bridges in Maine and are known to have AIDs and I don't want to die. Gigolos are objects to laugh at and love and idol. Man they shack up with a thousand guys a night. A hit son you better watch out or you gonna cut someone's finger off one day. Sorry paw. Now just ease on it nice gentle. Mmmhmm. There ya go. Whatcha doin' there fellas? Nothin' officer. Whatcha doin' there Bill? Dollar dollar bill. That'll be my name and I'll be come famous and sell and buy people twice over. Get the fuck outta the car faggot. I wasn't doin' nothin'. There ya go boy. Buy yourself a hamburger. There. Done. Good job, son. Punches and blood and salt smells and smells of disgusting. My baby does the hanky panky. Radio light and shooting smells and the window wipers make drum beats to acts. I'll be a goddamn firecracker. I'll go up into the night sky small and blow up and shoot all over you and your friend and his girlfriend and you'll remember me. I'll be remembered until the next time ya see one. They beat up gays in west Texas and throw them off bridges in Maine but I ain't in there I am gonna be in Mexico or Florida or Hollywood and I’ll be relaxed and with somebody with money. I'll start small with a name and number. Good job son. Good job son. Watch try on' to do there son? Maybe next time you'll think straight, ya fag. Maybe next time you'll think straight. Truck stops get enough money to get a cheeseburger from the diner next door. There ya go son. Enough money for a cheeseburger? How you feel abut a cheeseburger, son? Whatcha doin' there, queer? Get the shit kicked outta me and then get some soup or a salad or a cheeseburger. Start small at a truck stop between the men and lady's room and name on stalls. Bill. Bill. Get a dollar. Dollar-Bill. That'll be the name I get. Dollar Bill was 17 bucks a fuck now more and more. Fireworks gone up cost more. But I ain't gay just a business man and I just want what I want and they lynch gays in west Texas and burn ‘em in Maine but I won't be there. I'll be long gone and far away. I'll start small with my name on a stall. Waiting outside. Blue eyes, brown hair. Name's Dollar Bill and I'm a firecracker.
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