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Tuesday I wake up in my usual state. Foggy and anxious. Vivid dreams of the things that haunt me slightly remembered. How did I get here? How did I let life spiral out of control so fast like a hobo falling down a fire escape? I'm hungry. And the medication is about to kick in to take that edge off. Maybe I will go commit some crimes. Or find someone slipping and make them pay or a bounty to make me feel better about my existence. Maybe I will just sit here and watch it all go by. I walk around torn aimlessly. A broken warrior with no direction. An angel with no heaven. A devil with too much compassion. I know one day it will all either make sense or cease. I need to stay motivated and keep walking. I've been stealing from bits n bobs. I have yet to steal anything of use. This city is home for now. I'm just a small piece of its fabric. One of its lost souls tormented by the night. Torn by the day. The others here pass me by. Some know a lost soul when they look in my eyes. Others see another target to take advantage of. Just another battered ship washed up on the shores of this refuge we now call home. Home is a distant memory. Family a thing i no longer cling too. My values stripped away like meat from the bone. The only thing I have is loose comraderie in a faction of other misfits. I can only hope I make it another day. Maybe see a kind face. Maybe see a sinister smile. Are there birds here? Or just the whistle of bullets singing their song of misery and pain. No redemption song here. Peace a hollow promise. The only thing real now is struggle.

Damn

Easy trade and very responsive. Definitely recommend.

Merry Christmass Mr duke. Give blessings and thanks for another year of your tornfoolery. Give a gift to danavenko huntress what if and all the torn players doing bad things in your name.

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Kyrn pays out and is quick and responsive. I am happy with the results. I will get where you guys are at one day. Stay awesome.

Elaine is responsive and quick and very gracious. I appreciate it very much.

Wednesday started different. A little more motivation a little more faster pace to my walk. Purposeful and hard stepping. Like I have somewhere to go and not a lot of time to stop and piss on the bushes. I found a paint mask finally. So I'm not breathing the toxic fumes of the paint while I get my style down. I work on the east side and throw up my tags anywhere I can that's visible. Avoiding the police and other crews is always a challenge. Especially trying to go All City. At some point join a crew of like minded street art professors who want to be the only ones allowed to mark on this unforgiving city. I took up a new trade, B&E on some of the softer targets around. And getting beaten up by a lovely but brutal mistress. I let her smash my face for $250000 per time. She pays and I don't ask questions. I just bleed. And wind up in the hospital and vague memories of how I got there. For now it's steady and pays more than my wage in the army. We all get by how we can. Becoming tougher and our bodies and minds more calloused to the realities of the harsh world around us. We are all predators and prey trying to scratch our way to the top. Or at least closer to it. Better than being at the very bottom of existence. No one knowing your name or even that you exist. Together we try to forge alliances but at the minimum it's like two ships passing each other by night. At best form a friendship and bond. Another day spent roaming the streets looking for an opportunity to better my situation and keep my head on a swivel. Stay alert stay alive...

Before night descends like devils wings on this big city a glimpse of hope. Mitsuoka was beaten and left in bad shape. Mugged for his money. Instead of seeking total revenge instead he feels an interesting thing. Something he hadn't felt since his childhood crush melted crayons and smashed them in his face. Love. A brutal feeling of love. New like me he falls prey to the strong. But maybe love does conquer all. I wish him the best. I have yet to meet someone who can break my walls down. I stare at the sky and I feel something I haven't in a long while. Hope.

Tuesday I wake up in my usual state. Foggy and anxious. Vivid dreams of the things that haunt me slightly remembered. How did I get here? How did I let life spiral out of control so fast like a hobo falling down a fire escape? I'm hungry. And the medication is about to kick in to take that edge off. Maybe I will go commit some crimes. Or find someone slipping and make them pay or a bounty to make me feel better about my existence. Maybe I will just sit here and watch it all go by. I walk around torn aimlessly. A broken warrior with no direction. An angel with no heaven. A devil with too much compassion. I know one day it will all either make sense or cease. I need to stay motivated and keep walking. I've been stealing from bits n bobs. I have yet to steal anything of use. This city is home for now. I'm just a small piece of its fabric. One of its lost souls tormented by the night. Torn by the day. The others here pass me by. Some know a lost soul when they look in my eyes. Others see another target to take advantage of. Just another battered ship washed up on the shores of this refuge we now call home. Home is a distant memory. Family a thing i no longer cling too. My values stripped away like meat from the bone. The only thing I have is loose comraderie in a faction of other misfits. I can only hope I make it another day. Maybe see a kind face. Maybe see a sinister smile. Are there birds here? Or just the whistle of bullets singing their song of misery and pain. No redemption song here. Peace a hollow promise. The only thing real now is struggle.