Chapter 34: Pier 19
I told him my name because he asked—Gabe Worth. Otherwise it wasn’t any of his goddamn business. And then I created another personality for myself, which consisted of a traveling photographer who was paid by this web site called clicketpic.com. I said some bullshit like: “I travel around the United States and take pictures. The site puts the pics on their page and messages are written about them. Sometimes pros write about the pics. Other writers are average Joes.”
He seemed impressed with my bogus work, probably assumed that the knapsack attached to my back was filled with two digital cameras, a journal to keep notes in, and other personal belongings that helped me on the road. Max said, “I think I’d like to do what you’re doing.”
“Not many of us do.”
“I kind of ge
