"You know, I didn't always live on the street. I know it's hard to believe but I actually came from a beautiful, loving, caring, large, religious family. I don't know how I screwed up my life; all I know is that everything just went downhill so fast.
Lets go back to where and when it all started, last winter when I had just killed that boy in a car accident, and mom and dad found about my incestual relationship with Ruthie.
Well I was invited to a party and I decided why not? I mean I had no friends because of that fact my dad is the communities pastor. Who wants to be friends with the son of a preacher man? God I love that song…
Anyways so I was at this party and like all these people were drinking and smoking weed. I of course had never done any of this but I wanted to impress this really hot guy, yah I'm gay deal with it. If you could tell by my overly feminine appearance then you are stupid.
It all got worse after that. He made me sniff this white powder and I got addicted. I know so tragic huh?
Now guess where I am? I am sitting here on a dumpy corner beside my garbage bag that doubles as a sleeping bag and coat. I'm anorexic skinny and all my money goes to my addiction to speed. I'm writing a ficken life story on my tragic life in hopes that it will get published and I wont be homeless anymore. Like that bitch who wrote Harry Potter.
But for right now I have two jobs stripping and prostituting myself. No they're not the most fun job you could have but they get me to my next fix.
I write in my "diary" (aka napkins and sex show flyers stuck together by gum to make a book) as my boyfriend/pimp walks up.
"Fuck Simon what the hell are you doing? Writing on garbage? God do you need another hit?" he asks as he drags me by the arm to the corner of the street.
"now you stand here until a horny man comes to buy you for the night! You need to make me some money NOW!" I cringe as he beats my pansy ass. "Remember I m saving up to buy you that lovely evening gown?" with that he leaves and I m all alone.