He nods fervently. "I need English clothes?"

"They'll give ya a work uniform. Well, might make ya buy it but they can take it outta your paycheck."

"Okay. Thank you. Where do I go -"

"I dunno who's hiring, you gotta look for signs." He is passing up so much fuckin' money not even thinking about the rentboy option, maybe a few weeks on ramen'll change that and maybe it won't, his business.

"Can't read English. Maybe if I watch people more."

"I'm tellin' ya if you wait till you look like you live under a bridge nobody'll wanna talk to ya."

"Won't take me very long. Didn't any English earlier. What's a rentboy."

"Like a whore but not a girl."

"That did not explain."

"Fucking people for money. It's not bad work if you can get it, I was never any good at it past blowing dudes for meth and you don't want a meth habit, it's more trouble than it's worth."

" - I am not old enough to get married."

"I wasn't saying you should marry somebody. That'd work too though, find the right airheaded heiress..."

"I think I will try the cash register."

"Suit yourself. I usedta work at the Stop and Shop, it was pretty good till they caught me dealing."

"Where is that from here -"

"Ya go till the Exxon that way and then turn left and it's right in front of ya but I dunno if they're hiring right now."

"They might know someone else is hiring right now?"

"I guess, but they prolly don't keep tabs on that, why does Stop and Shop need to know if the CVS wants people?"

"At home people would know but at home is different."

"Yeah, you ain't in Kenya any more, this is America! Land of the free home of the brave."

"You lock people up and are hungry."

"They got starving people in Africa too, whatever your rich daddy told you."

"Valinor doesn't have starving people."

"Valley Nor someplace in Kenya?"

"Quenya the language, Valinor the someplace. Like America, English, Mexican, Spanish."