It was under the bridge, the Interbelt it was called. Gay dudes went there to cop anonymous sex. Gill was camped out there, he had a tent and everything, piked up on the periphery. He had beers iced and sat cooking up a shot with a dirty needle, occasionally stopping to pound down a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon or smoke a non-filtered Camel. He had recently got infected with hepatitis C, knowingly, from a woman, because that was the only syringe there. He shot up, and got the cancer. He didn't hate it though he found, and he discovered he could get off by giving other people the disease when they actually knew the needle was infected. He's one of the first legal serial killers. After he had cooked up the shot of heroin and sucked it into the dirty needle he made his way under the bridge, where men milled about, sucking each other's cocks and fucking each other up their asses. He announces stoically, "Anyone want a shot of pure heroin?" Heads turn and walk to him, leaving hardons and whacked-out fags dangling in the sick sewage smelling underground post-midnight air. "This is a needle infected with hepatitis C. It's filled with a shot of pure smack. Anyone can use it if they want, you just have to know that there's a risk you could get hep C from it." Their wasted faces became strained with thought as they watched Gill wave the syringe back and forth in the black air. "Can I shoot up in my cock?" a kid asks who looks like he had just been gangraped by fifteen truck drivers. Gill hands the syringe over and the kids sits down, plunging in and out of a fat vein in the shaft of his cock. The kid drops the syringe after a couple minutes, and goes on the nod, twitching in the Interbelt condom, semen, dirt ground. Gill retrieves the syringe and returns to his tent, pounding down more beer and cooking up another shot. He smokes a camel while staring at the syringe, then moves back out under the bridge. Same call, and a group of kids surrounds him, looking like walking corpses before an embalming. A man takes a syringe and an 11-year-old boy towards a pillar and says "Suck me off while I shoot this." The kid gets down on his knees and starts sucking on the guy's cock while he's shooting the heroin into his arm. The kid feels the cock go flaccid in his mouth as the shot hits, and the john lays down, sleeping. The kid takes his shoes, his keys, his pants, his underwear, his wallet, and runs into the woods with them.
"Almost hit that time, Duke." "Yeah it was close, lets try again." A brick flies off a bridge and collides with the windshield of a minivan. The car swerves and careens under the bridge plowing through the detritus that was the Interbelt, taking out one fag in the process and colliding against a pillar, mounting two more fucking each other up their asses. The car explodes immediately and the fags shriek and dart back to the street and to their cars. Gill stands amidst this stroking his cock. He climaxes immediately when the car hits the pole and explodes, and a single pale arm flies from the wreckage at Gill. The hand of the arm smacks him across the face and then the appendage lay at his feet. He picks it up with a smile, then takes down his camp, goes to his car, and drives off.
