My life assumed this pattern: I would invade the streets and live within their world eagerly; then I would flee, get a job, walk out of it. And return to the waiting streets like a repentant lover eager to make up with added intensity for lost moments....and now I no longer feel the guilt I battled so long, about the "real people" I thought I would "leave behind." No, they are a permanent part of my life, of that part of me--the writer--who tells of his journey...
--John Rechy
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