The dark passenger cruises the city streets at night and the early mornings before dawn. He is me, I am of him that will always be. I know him as a cruel and cunning dude that collects the lost and bates them with food. He is sly and shameless, nocturnal and ageless. He hunts for Jack or Jill, the runaways, the homeless not the pigswill. But I am different than this Master of perversion, that I watch with blurred vision….