This sucks. Here I am, sitting on the side of the street...begging for change like the worthless piece of crap that society just shit out. Yup, that's me. I'm the filthy begger. You know, the one that everyone gawks at. Yeah, I know it's a negative way to look at things, but I bet you wouldn't be so happy on an empty stomach...for two days.

A man just walked by. You should have seen the way that he looked at me...well, I guess attempting to not look someone in the eyes counts as looking at them. His type really piss me off. You know, the kind of person who immediately latches onto his belongings as if I'd want to mug him. What does he own? A debit card, some family photos, and maybe a subway ticket. Yep, all of which are useless to me. Sure, I can buy some food with a debit card...until he cancels it. It's not really worth it though.

Prison, that's where they'd send me. Just for attacking some stuck up working class man.

...Ya know...I heard that prison food isn't that bad...I mean think about it! You get free food, a free bed, and a free shower. Sounds alot better than living on the side of the street.

"Why hello there!" A booming voice said.

I looked up...way up, and there he was. A giant man with a very muscular physique. Despite his giant stature...he wasn't intimidating at all. In fact, he seemed very...kind. Too kind. The kind of kind which makes you vomit.

"You look hungry! Well have no fear my wonderful friend, for we of the Armstrong family are always willing to help others!"

"What are you talking about? I'm not your friend! I don't even know you!" I yelled as the gaint man attempted to hug me. "Whoa! Back off!"

"So you can stand. I figured I'd have to carry you. Not that it'd be a problem, for the art of carrying hobo's found on the side of the street has been passed on throught the Armstrong family for generations!"

Is this guy crazy? He must be. Who'd actually want to carry me. I probably have fleas or lice or something.

"So what would you like for a meal? How about Vurner's?"

"Hey, stop joking around! Do you think I'm stupid!? It's obvious this is a joke!? Why would anybody want to take a bum into a five star resturaunt!?"

"My friends only eat the best!"

"What are you talking about!?"

"Our dinner of course!"

"That's not what I'm talking about! You don't know me!" I yelled until the man got very close to me and formed an intimidating glare.

"I am offering you a meal. You will eat it." The man said very sternly.

"...okay...I'll eat your damn food."

"Fabulous!" The man said very happily as he dragged me off towards the nearest Vurner's.

"I hadn't been that happy in a long time. I hadn't seen somebody with so much compassion!" I said only to be interupted.

"Bull. A state alchemist ruined my life, there's no way that one helped you," Yoki said as he ate the rest of his bread, "What was his name anyways?"

"I don't know...but he kept spouting Armstrong...I guess that's his name. Armstrong...greatest man I've ever met."

"Impossible! I'm the greatest man you've ever met!" Yoki said as he slapped me in the back of the head.

Sorry for not updating lately. I'm kind of having writer's block. Well...more like updater's block. I can't seem to update anything...Anyways, FLAME AWAY XD!