you've done it this time .,

[Shaun Hindricks]

I walked down the shabby sidewalk around the corner. What now? Being new to this 'homeless' thing; there wasn't much Shaun was experienced at. I brought my had up to touch my clover necklace. My ironic lucky charm I call it. I strung my fingers through my dark brown hair, temporarily messing its' look up till gravity took effect and made it fall back into its puzzle piece. I looked down at my feet as I walked, examining my feet as I went over the cracks in the sidewalk. The sun was highest in the sky now - why did that bastard have to kick me out. I was going to give him the money damn it! A forceful sigh protruded out of my chest. Balling my fists up in anger I gritted my teeth. My black leather jacket was beginning to make me hot, so I took it off and folded it over my right arm below my elbow. Passing a ally-way, the black vortex field creeps me out; anything can be in there.

The sky was a gray tent from the city and all its gases. You can call me a environmental hippy freak if you want I just want to live in a world that you don't breath in methane gas all day. Hah, that'll be the day. My pores started to produce bubbles of sweat. Not yet running down my face and running into my eyes, but almost. "Thrift store". I looked into the window with my hands covering both sides where light was glaring at the glass. Seeming not to look open with its dim light and no staff. I turned my back to the glass and slid down the wall till I hit the ground. I sat there for some time, thinking about all what had happened to me in just, what, three hours time? I'll just sit here and wait for my whip-lash effect to hit me. Sitting in the shade of the run down over-banner he brought his knees up to my chin; forehead laid easy on my knees. I sat there wondering what to do now, where to even get my next meal. A tear started to trace down his rugged, un-shaved face.

A dumpster truck passed me just starting their run. Seems like they didn't notice I was here; or at least I didn't see them look this way. Yes, I admit, I'm embarrassed to all hell that I am sitting here on the streets where so many... of people like me have sat before. Oh yeah, here comes the whip-lash. My hands instantly went to my face, tears pouring out of my eyes and down my face. Sobbing echoed the black ally way just a few feet to the left of me. I was scared by my father, his one thing he said to most to me was "When it gets tough, grow some balls." Touching, huh? That's my father, always sensitive. Alright, sarcasm much? Wiping the tears off from my cheek bone and under my eyes I just had the blood-shot look. Irritated around the eyes, you can definitely tell I just got done being a mourner.

Hundreds, no more like thousands of people live in this shit hole. Greedy as all hell, I swear this world is nothing but a money sucking vortex now. I swear, you have to be a dick, or a bitch if you're a female, to everyone just to get something you want. I take that back, you have to be like that to get what you need. Wiping my hands off my jeans I stared at the pavement. Visible hot signs in the air flourished on the black hard top. Watching it dance through the air I started getting tranced. No thoughts came into my mind, no more regrets; for now, not a thing to care for. This is what it should be like most days. Reality must kick in sometime, its famous for ruining something that you enjoy doing. My hand traced back to the "lucky necklace" of mine and I strung the trinket through my fingers. Wow, Shaun, you've done it this time. I said in a low hoarse tone. Glancing to the left I watched a rat run into the ally way. A nauseous frown grew on my face; I never liked rats.

Word Count; 734
Listening to; Prisoner - Jeffree Star