Weekends were never much good for work.  Most of the johns were sitting at home with their wives and kids, pretending to be something they weren’t.  He’d only get picked up once or twice and end up sleeping in an alley in that really skeevy part of town.

Weekends came too often.  Business was far too slow. 

One weekend he’d though he’d gotten lucky when he got picked up by that young guy in the nice car, the one who’d picked him over the other guys.  He thought they’d be jealous.

He’d come back bleeding and ached for a week.