[b]"John"[/b]
[u]Bus to the Clinic[/u]

Being out and about, and not hooking...he still couldn't get his mind out of the zone. He knew the exactly type of woman wore those leather boots, a guy standing not too far away with a tight shirt and very clean skin and hair was gay, the old woman two seats away was a cat lady...she had a lot of cat hair on her sweater, so...

Bringing his hand to his head, he massaged his temples and...his stop. Getting up, not once removing his tired eyes from the ground, he stepped off the bus and looked around. Street was relatively quiet, the free clinic was a short walk away. Taking some time to relax, he thought back to a moment when he had nothing, than a moment when he had a lot. Maybe he should set up 'shop' in a different, less dirty part of the city, or a different city entirely. Nah. This place...suited him just perfectly, a bitter self thought, to be sure. In a few minutes, he walked through the entrance of the place. He didn't like how the rent-a-cops stared him down, it made him feel less safe, persecuted at times. That's just how these places were, like everywhere else...

Walking up to the secretary in the lobby, ignoring the presence of the other people waiting, he rested an arm on the desk and tapped the flat surface with his free hand, "Hey, 'scuse me, lady? Yeah, I have an eleven o'clock with one of your doctors, I'm 'sposed to be getting an up to date STD test result back?"