The old man smelled of cigarettes and beer, but I cracked my window to let some fresh air in. I drove him to the homeless shelter and walked him insid.... He thanked me for the ride, and wished me a Merry Christmas as he stumbled toward one of the open cots. I looked around the big open room filled with line after line of cots. People from all races and nationalities all huddled together, just trying to stay warm. I felt a knot forming in my throat and tears began to swell in my eyes. I turned. I could tell from the smell, it was a guy's room. I wanted to get on the bed with Donnie and start to fool around. By now, I had had my hands on the front of his pants for about thirty minutes. Donnie's room was really dirty. His bed hadn't been made in a long time, and there were cum stains all over the sheets and even on the pillowcase. "Donnie, it looks like you beat that thing all fucking day. What do you pop on when you come, if it's not another person? "Some of those stains must have. Don't tell me you did that as a business gesture." Everyone knows?" My mouth dropped open."Everyone knows. Mariah called Mary. How was she?" Fuck!" I growled."You fucked her?" Nick's smile grew bigger."Nick, she doesn't like it." She doesn't like what?" News or rumors spreading around." I kicked the guest chair."Well, is it rumor or news?" Damn it, Nick, I thought we were buddies." I was a bit angry."Of course we are. What do you want me to do? I can't tape everyone's mouth closed. I can't tape. "I don't recognize the artist," Omar said, taking a step back, "but you can tell it's a quality piece. Thomas loves cowboy scenes, they're so butch."Scott smiled. He grabbed the next frame, from the size he knew what it was. He used his pocketknife to cut away the bubble wrap. "This is a map showing where I grew up, it's dated 1867." he said. He pointed to the lettering 'Property of the Ninth Cavalry Regiment'. "This is a piece of history. I want it in my office." Will you allow a suggestion?".