Iv’e been out here all by my self for about 2 weeks now, in my sleep I am still imaging that I am home where I belong, I still got the same dreams as I used to have. But when I wake up all my dreams are put to shame. I guess ill never get use to living on the streets all by my self, but that’s how it is, that’s how I choose to live without really knowing it until the day it hit me in the face like the fist of Mike Tyson. Somewhere deep inside I guess I knew what it was all going to end with. I will never forgive my self for being a gambler. I always thought that I could control it, but I guess that nobody can! Like it isn’t enough that I ruined my own live, I pulled my wife and my too kids down with me!
Out here I have to struggle everyday just to find something as simple as breakfast, I have to eat from trash cans. I’m walking around all day long, thinking how I am going to survive? Where am I going to sleep? What am I going to eat?
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