No Country for Old Queers
Small towns don't have homeless shelters. At least, Chris's small town doesn't. They don't even have a motel, as far as I know. I've walked by an abandoned one on the outskirts of town, but who's got the energy for peeling plywood off a door just to sleep in an unheated hovel for the night? And it's still too cold to sleep outdoors, so what were my options?
I walked to the bus stop to meet my destiny.
At ten o'clock, I figured everyone in town would be at home and in bed, but I was ever-so-slightly wrong. There was still one guy up. I could see him standing at the bus stop as I approached.
As soon as I spotted the figure in the distance, I started walking a little slower. Sometimes, despite my size, this sense of fear takes over and I feel like a little
