I'll never refuse a ride to a guy.

Another adventure I had on the branch line. I had gone to drop off some relatives at a place that's all small farms. I left everyone, and as I was returning home, I saw this handsome dad, beer belly, a cool older guy, with his can of Antarctica beer in his hand at the bus stop. I stood there, just observing, watching the movement, like a vulture analyzing its prey. I passed by him, looked him in the eye, and offered him a ride. I said to him, "Want a ride?" He said: "It's Uber." I said yes, but he said, "I don't have money to pay for a ride." I said, "That's no problem at all, it's better if you get a ride because the bus won't be coming anytime soon since it's Sunday." And we chatted for a while, and he asked why I was giving him a ride. I said, "I think you're a real stud." He smiled. He said, "You're gay." And yes, another knowing smile from him, the smile of a sly man who knows what he wants. He agreed, and then we had to find a place to play. I found a side road that hadn't been invaded yet, and we played there. Giving me lots of milk

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