Authors Note: Again I just found this story again after 3 years and just cleaned it up some. I'm thinking about continuing on it even though its pretty pessimistic even for Skittery (or at least my opinion of him now) Hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 1
I really hate being a newsie at times. I just don't get the point. What do I do? I get up at the ass-crack of dawn and for what? To walk around giving people twenty pages of paper for a lousy penny. It's stupid. Why can't these people make their way to a damn newsstand or store, instead of having me chase them down and sell to them personally? It sure as hell isn't for the "customer/seller personal touch!" Those bastards show no thanks what so ever. What do they do? They look down upon me, or blow me off, or say I'm too old. What do they know? Rich half of them, they aren't ever going to have to do this type of shit. They get to sit at a fancy schmancy desk all day ordering people like me around. It's impossible to make it to the top unless you were born into it--So why the hell should I try? It isn't ever going to happen so I'll try and spend my measly pathetic life as the lowest of the low where I'm always going to be instead of pitying myself and try to get to the top.
Being a newsie means you also have to deal with other dumbass egotistical newsies. Yeah they are my friends--my family really, but everyone gets on my nerves every now and then. Jack..he just thinks he's God or something. Spot is the same way only a stick on top of it all. Mush and Blink they play girls like Race plays poker...jerks they better learn how to treat a damn girl before they get married or I'll crack their heads! Race...well I think he finds joy in my bad moods. He feeds off of them, making smart ass remarks at my expense...I really feel like telling him he's an annoying midget then jabbing him right in the jaw--maybe that would straighten his disgusting rotting teeth! Who else…well Snipeshooter, when he picks his nose it's just repulsive! To be honest they all annoy me from time to time.
You're probably sitting there thinking "Boy this guy's got a lot of anger. Why the hell is he a damn newise if he hates it so much?" Well I like it a whole lot better than having some pompous fat man watching my every move, hovering over my shoulder...At least I can do what I want when I want. I don't have rules. I don't have a boss. I don't have restraints. All I have is myself and that's all I need. Screw friends, screw family, screw the world! All this world is is hell. After you die if you go to hell it must be paradise! Cause it sure as hell can't get worse than New York City!
Everyday is the same when you're a newsie. You get up, you sell, you go to Tibby's (that is if you can afford it), and you go to bed. Sort of like life: your born, shit happens, you die. It's all for nothing. It's the story of my life. Frankly, I hate it. I want something more but I know I will never get it.