Slavery is a big cat’s breath. Your clothes are drying on the clothesline. Someone has gasoline. Someone has a match. Everything you own is gone. And you will be, too. You have been seen. You have been identified. You are not among them. You are them. The high rollers will bet their chances on the backs of kids. Gentlemen, place your bets. The odds are good that the boy you’re buying will be more compliant on heroin so why not chill.  Him. There were summer baseball games in the street. All wars end in June.