by Steve Jordan

Created on: September 11, 2008

Looking down from the Hollywood Hills, the L.A smog set like a murky cloud under a sunny sky.
seems like everything about this town is murky.
Stranded up here in the hills, this man expected sexual favors from me. What the Hell does a
fifty something, ugly, gray haired man want from a young boy like me? Feeling angery as I walk back down the canyon.What an "asshole!" that man was to leave me stranded, all I did was allow him to buy me breakfast. I was hungery and bored hanging out on a street corner a lot of weirdo's stop to talk to me.But what the hell do they expect from me.Buy me something to eat and expect sex in return.I would have smashed his face through the windshield if I didn't get out his car quick enough.

It was a long walk back into Hollywood, I just had to rest my ass on a bench along the boulevard, thinking about the mess I got myself into this time.
Since I stop believing in God, there was no one I could pray to...
Seems my whole life is just going to hell,everything I owned had dwindled down to fit in this small duffle bag I've been using for a pillow. I'm hungry, tired, cold and alone, but I really don't care I've got no intentions of going back home to my parents.I don't need anybody, I can make it on my own.
Suddenly I see a dollar blowing in the wind, chasing it into a crowd of people bumping my way through, a man noticed as I watch that dollar blow away. Without hesitation he pulls a dollar from his pocket giving it to me.
"You looking for a job?" he asks.
"Ah Yes! very excited I answer of course I want a job.
"I could use a boy like you to clean up the debris from a fire to a motel I manage around the corner."
Immediately he begins walking with me telling me," it's a steady job with a place to live.
This is just what I need a chance to get back on my feet again. Now I Know I can make it on my own. He takes me into the manager's suite after showing me the pile of depris I'll begin cleaning tomorrow morning.

A couple of pitbulls greet him as we walk in the door.
"Don't pet 'em! They're guard dogs"
"As long as you're with me, he won't hurt you."
He walks to the kitchen to heat up a couple cans of soup while I have a seat and watch cable T.V. So soothing, from just a few hours ago, my ass was sitting on that hard bench wondering where my next meal was coming from. Thinking to myself "I can't wait to start working, I want to show him how much I appreciate him taking me in and giving me a chance. I'll work very hard."

I clean myself up and put on a

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