The thing no one reads: Hello. If you are reading this, you want to know stuff about my thought process. I'm not going to lie, I really don't have anything for you. Chick-Fil-Eh. Hoser.
Waking up in a garbage can is not how I wanted to start my day. As I crawl out and dust the dirt and half eaten food off my jeans and once white t-shirt, I thank myself that I keep my hair short. Taking a look at my surroundings, an alley with only one way out, no wallet in my pocket, and a pen in my hand.
'Well look on the bright side,' I think. 'At least I have all my limbs.'
"Hey kid," a gruff voice says behind me says. As I turn around I see three masked figures in dark clothes blocking my only way out. "Give us your wallet."
'I think he wants my limbs.'