Darby had spread "The Crabs" to NYC. Gary giving tour of "Seedy Avenues" stepped into "Service Alley".

The big black men standing at the plywood door to a gap between buildings, narrow, w/ women seated inside waiting to be picked. Darby, left, spooked out when asked if he was next.

As a traveling Crab salesman, distributing the Crabs across America, hidden from view, a kid having a great time in life learning what it means to touch someone, to feel love, to share it with others through touch. What would the Wubbler do to know all there was when no books were around for kids to learn from? Grandma’s house is there, where he got the pamphlets, the things Darby had known before going out to explore, spread the Crabs, and see a side of the world he had no idea existed before his hunt for answers started. Who would have thought?

He wandered down the streets with “prostitutes of all sorts, barely dressed. Some should have been wrapped, druggies,” as he remembered how his grandma had warned him. She always handed him pamphlets when he visited her folded out with pictures of Syphilis sores, Gonorea sores, and sexual diseases that people could get from having sex. Her fixation and warnings, serious, talking of something young Darby had no idea what it was, that sexual intercourse thing the pamphlet had in bold letters. She said with shame that his mother was her only child due to the Syphilis that her first husband brought home “from girls who had been hitchhiking and screwed both off, had sex with them!” she would say with great disdain. She had a total hysterectomy. She said a word Darby could not pronounce at 13 as they passed from Germany to their home. That small town, Whitenhalls, was 30 miles outside Muskegon Heights, a big industrial city where she lived by the railroad tracks. Darby had been warned about that, and even though he had picked up such a hitchhiker and her being alone, he had one of the best experienced Wubbling in his life with her and did not get any STD or things that hurt him. Quite contrary, it stuck with him as a memory he would seek to replicate more than once, utterly failing with situations that did not lead to love.

Darby wandered down to the next street, 51st Avenue when he saw the big red XXX on the theater marque… but the road was more excellent than the one he had been on, so he wandered up to see what a NY City XXX bar was at the show. He had never been in a strip bar, a XXX store, or a theater, so he paid the $5 after seeing what were nastier pictures than he had seen in Dad’s stash of Playboys, even Penthouse that he had left when he went to Vietnam, that Darby had found to study and learn what a woman looked like down between her legs. Not three holes, he soon learned, but not much more about Wubbling, and the girls were so beautiful, never seen by him. Why not go to a movie and see it?