"Why do you do it?" Gerard asks, like he can't help but say whatever jumps into his head.
Frank sighs. He's already told these guys his life story, why stop now? "Why does anyone do anything? To survive."
He fumbles in his boot for his cigarettes, lighting up another one rather than thinking back to the lean years. To the day he shoved a handful of condoms in his back pocket and headed for the street, having already sold everything he had that was worth anything. All he had left to trade was his body.
Or, the one where the guys bump into a Frank who isn't their Frank, and who is also a street hooker.
- Part 1 of Hooker Frank
Frank glances past Gerard out the window to the other Frank, and back to Gerard, who's not even drinking his coffee yet. "You want him, but you've never even tried, have you?"
A snapshot, set some time after Not As Advertised.
- Part 2 of Hooker Frank