"Bye Nella!" Jerry called out as I walked out the door of Starbucks.

"Later Jerry," I called back.

It was now 3:35 P.M, I have to rush and buy groceries, stop by home, feed Timcampy, and go to my second part time job.

As I walked my way to Trader Joes, which was only a few blocks away, someone called me.

"Hey Allen!"

I turned my head and saw a friend coming towards my way.

"Oh, hey Tyki," I replied back.

Tyki was currently living in the same household as Rhode and Jasdebi, I still don't know why would they have a house fill with unrelated strangers. But yet, Tyki was one of those normal people, even though his skin has some disorder.

When I first met him, it was when Rhode pushed me to meet her 'family members', he displayed such a gentleman manner. Now we've gotten used to each other, whenever we see each other we would usually greet like old friends. I have to admit that Tyki is rather attractive, usually when we go outside to chat and stuff, women and girls would stop and stare at the guy.

"Busy as usual I see," he commented.

"Yeah, life's getting even more tough as I grow older," I sighed.

"Going to Tom's Shack later?"

"Yep, I just hope that there aren't going to be anymore cheaters playing," I said while grinning.

Tyki just gave me a blank expression.

"But Allen, you're also the one who is cheating."

"Yeah but I have a good reason too,"

"I suppose so, seeing how Cross leaves those debts for you to take care of,"

"So are you going too?" I asked.

"Me? No, I'm busy tonight,"

"Can you come tomorrow?"

"Maybe, why? Do you like me around?" he said while giving off a sly grin.

"…Well, yeah, I mean we are friends, aren't we?"

"…Allen, you're the most dense person that I know,"

"I'll take that as a compliment."

Then Tyki took out a cigarette and a lighter.

"Gah, no! Don't smoke in front of me!" I said.

Smoking reminds me of master.

"I'm not in front of you, I'm beside you,"

"Well still! Don't smoke around me, okay?"

"But I need one,"

"No you don't! And what are you? 23 or something?"

"Actually, I'm 26 years old,"

"Well I still think that you're under age to smoke."

"Actually I'm not."

"Gah! Don't you ever try to stop? You know, it's very bad for your lungs!"

"Well then if it's bad for people, why do they still make cigarettes then?"

"…"

"See?"

"Yeah whatever, see ya later Tyki,"

"Good bye Allen," Tyki chuckled.

I walked across the road and towards Traders Joes. After shopping, I carried my hundreds of bags and walked straight back home.

Have I ever mentioned that I have a huge appetite? For some reason, I usually get so hungry and have to consume a ton of food. The strangest thing ever is that I never get fat! I usually eat like 70 pounds of food each meal, and I weigh the same thing! It's so freaky.

"I'm home!" I called out as I opened the door.

Timcampy flew towards me.

"Hey Tim, sorry I'm late."

Tim rested on my shoulder and nuzzled his beak near my earlobe.

I walked over to the kitchen, placed the bought food away, and prepared dinner.

"Here you go Timcampy," I said while placing the plate of bread crusts on the table. He flew out of my shoulder and onto the plate and started eating.

I placed out a plateful of spaghetti, 10 breadsticks, 7 plates of salad, 23 burgers, a plateful of Alfredo pasta, 4 plates of lasagna, and couple T.V dinner boxes.

I never eat in front of the T.V, instead I'd rather eat with Timcampy because it's more family like I should say.

I started munching and rambled on about how my day was today to Tim. I know that he can't reply back to me, or actually know what English is but it feels nice to at least have someone to talk to, even if that someone is a bird. Timcampy would usually stare at me, as if he is actually listening to what I'm saying.

After dinner, I washed my plates and headed towards my room. In my room, the walls aren't painted since I never have the time to do it. There is a bookshelf in the corner where I keep my novels, notes, and drawings. There is also a dresser where I keep most of my clothes, a closet where I put all my junk in, a desk, and my bed. I hung my cap at my bedpost, Tim flew into my room and landed onto my dresser.

I pulled out my homework and sat on my chair in front of my desk.

An hour later, I finished. Man, I HATE math and history!

I changed from my clothes that I wore this morning and evening to a pair of ripped baggy jeans, a black hoodie, dark sunglasses, a fake mustache, and a brown wig. I got a black washable marker and drew it over my scar. This prevents from anyone from knowing who I really am!

Oh, and if you don't know why I'm dressing into some hobo, it's because I'm going to my part time job. Well, it's more like gambling. At Tom's Shack, there are alcoholics and gamblers waiting on for a game of cards. I REALLY don't like that place due to the stench of alcohol, but when it's a game of cards, how can I resist? Master taught me how to cheat when I was young, so that way I could earn money for the debts. It's not like I enjoy cheating, in fact I hate it. (I do believe that cheating is a sin.)

Tyki also cosplayed as a hobo too, he just gambles for fun. That was the second time that I met him after our first meeting.

So any who, I strolled down to Tom's Shack. I didn't wear my cap since that would give me out. If they knew that I was just a teenager, then there might be trouble. Besides, everyone, besides Tyki, knows that I never leave without my cap! And besides, people would be likely to remember a teenager wearing a tattered cap with a big MW embroidered on it. Pretty abnormal, a huh…

3 hours later…

"Royal flush!" I called, gleaming at the drunkies.

"What! No way! He must be cheating!" shouted a guy who I played against.

"Are you kidding me?" shrieked another.

I played against 7 opponents. This was all too easy. Plus they were the ones who're cheating.

"How about another game gents," I said.

"I'll play against him," said a man with an after shave.

"Me too!" called an old geezer.

"I'm in," said a muscular man with a mustache.

"So am I, be ready to lose punk!" sneered a gangster.

"Oh? We'll see about that." I said while giving out a smirk.

My earlier games, I have made a TON of cash! This might be enough to pay off those debts!

Later, I beat the pants off of those guys, AGAIN!

"Oops, sorry fellows, times up," I reported, collecting my money.

"Now hold on punk, you aren't going anywhere," said the gangster.

"Yeah, now hand over the loads before someone gets hurt," said a guy who I have beaten earlier, he pulled out a knife.

"Hold on, I won this money fair and square!" I protested.

"No, you were cheating you son of a-"

"S-so? You guys were cheating too! That makes us even! So let me go," I said quickly before the drunker could say the B word.

"Not until you give us the cash," the gangster said as he grabbed my arm.

I winced as he firmly held my arm, I think I'll lose blood circulation.

"No," I said, I looked at him dully.

"Why you little!"

Before his fists could make contact with my face, I grabbed it with my free hand and flipped him. He was then unconscious.

"Who's up next?" I asked, looking at the guy with the knife in his possession.

"N-no w-w-way, you're Alfred Deles!" stuttered the guy, he dropped his knife.

Okay, if you're wondering how in the world did I learn those moves, I learned them from master. He did warn me that there was going to be trouble, so that's how my martial arts were born. Oh and plus, the name 'Alfred Deles' is the name that I use to cover my real one. One time I got into trouble like this, so I beat the crap out of this guy. Everyone in the club was so scared, and unfortunately my pride got the better of me, that I stated that my name was Alfred Deles so that everyone would know who I was sort of. I even told other men in many other different bars that my name was Alfred, so that I became known as 'Alfred Deles, the man who can play cards' or 'Alfred Deles, the man who can kick other guy's butts'.

"Yeah, that's me," I muttered.

"It is him! He has the same scar on his face!" cried another.

"Holy shit! I can't believe he's here!"

"I need to call the guys!"

"Can I get your autograph?" pleaded another.

Later people started pleading to me about giving them their autographs. Before I could say no, an idea popped into my head.

"Yeah sure, but each autograph will cost you a dollar," I said.

Then everyone started pulling out a dollar, a piece of paper, and a pen or pencil.

Later I made over $400, man tonight was awesome! Although I had no idea that I was so popular.

I strolled down the streets, humming happily until I accidentally bumped into someone.

"Oh, sorry," I said.

"No it- Wait, Alfred Deles?" said the unknown person.

I looked up and gaped.

"Bookman?"

The small old man just glared at me.

"So we meet again Alfred,"

If you want to know the history that happened between me and Bookman here, I'll tell you. You see, when I was in 8th grade, I dressed up as Alfred and went to Krist Galmore (another bar where I also gambled), I was happily gambling in peace until Bookman came.

He was, what can I say, looking for master because he was in debt to him? So anyway, he came up to me and asked if I knew where master was, I said that if he could beat me into a game of cards I would tell him, but if he lost then he has to give me all his cash.

He, expectably, lost the game. I took all his cash and went away happily. But what I didn't know was that I accidentally took his gold watch, before I could go back and return it to him, master stopped me and decided to sell it. I felt so horrible that night, and still am! I wasn't whether or not God would ever forgive me.

"Yeah whatever, are you still upset about what happened last time?"

"Still upset? More like angry," said a familiar voice.

Oh crud…