When I was nineteen, my life was shattered in an instant. My dad walked in on me with my best friend—my lips wrapped around his cock, the room still smelling faintly of our shared sweat and teenage lust—and that was it. He exploded, his face turning beet red as he called me every name under the sun: disgrace, pervert. He kicked me out without a discussion, no second chance. I packed a small suitcase with whatever clothes...

It had been a few weeks since my dad threw me out of the house. I’d been hitchhiking from state to state ever since. I was originally planning to go to California, but now I figured I’d just see where life took me. I started in Texas, had a brief stop in Colorado, and now I was heading east. I think I was in Chicago — it was chilly here, that was all I really knew. Still, I’d been doing surprisingly well, and honestly, I...