All I have left from those bittersweet days is a bunch of faded dusty memories.But, even yet, every once in a while, usually late at night, I find mys...lf imagining I can still hear the comforting sound of an old Southern Pacific Freight Train as it pulls out of the Railroad Yard gathering speed on its way through the comforting darkness of the desert. Ah, well... , memories...I don't know why, but of late, I catch myself thinking back with a special fondness to the youngest hobo, a young boy. He said he realized it was a hell of a favour but would I be able to go and have a look at it for her and see if there was anything I could do.Six hours later I got back home having spent most of that time crawling around on my hands and knees under the basin and the bath trying to sort it for her. It was one of those things that just when you thought you done it……..you saw that you hadn’t. Eventually I stopped the leak but only after re-plumbing half the bathroom and eventually made it. It wasn’t like Brandy to take a ride from a stranger and where she would have just kept walking, the passenger door pushed open and she stepped forward a bit, if nothing else, to just glance into the truck. She was surprised to see a ruggedly good-looking guy looking down at her with a grin. He was dressed in faded blue jeans with a rip here and there and an undershirt that clung in all the right places. It was obvious that he took very good care of his body. His short, brown hair peeked out. Gianni the bartender just stared at me and said ‘Wow!’. So with a fresh Cosmo in hand I filled him in on the details. Heck, he knows a lot about me already. So I end up getting propositioned. Gianni advises me to consider a young new friendly boyfriend, with a wink and a smile. ‘Too bad you’re working.’ I say. His response was that he gets breaks. Well well, I have not had any attention on a week. I’m pondering should I or not? Three Cosmos in and horny as can be his relief steps in. ‘Come on,.