Tramps Like Us: A Novel

by Joe Westmoreland

I heard “Walk on the Wild Side” by Lou Reed for the first time on that station and was sure he was singing to me.

I turned around and looked back over my shoulder, my movie star pose.

Back out on Interstate 80 after breakfast, the three of us became as much a part of the van as the steering wheel, the transmission, or the air filter.

Going to a gay bar in Kansas City felt like doing something nasty in your own backyard with your parents inside watching television.