I have been living on the streets for years. I am orphaned .I don't know who my parents are. I grew up in an orphanage. But then I decided to escape when I was only 13 years old.
Now I live on the street. Sometimes in the police cell overnight, on good days I stay at my familiars place. Live was lovely , even though people considered mine sad and pathetic.
On good days I eat twice that's when there's a big event.
Today, I woke up cuddled in the boot of a truck. I felt pains all over my body but ignored it.
At least a had hours of sleep. I keep my clothes by a store , on a dark alley .
I live in a good vicinity, so I bathe in the janitors' washroom in a company down the road ,they do food or something .
I brushed my tooth and headed for town. I work as a toilet cleaner in a bar and the pay was good.$ 10 a day.
I scrub every night before I leave.
I don't have a real friend. I guess coz I am not a fun person to be around with .
You must be thinking why can't I have a more convenient job. It's because I dropped out of junior high school. No certificate.
I needed freedom away from that fucking orphanage anyway. Today luckily, it was Mr Red as the bartender today so he gave me a diet coke.
"Thanks", I say gulping it down.i needed this. Especially, coz I've been thirsty since yesterday afternoon.
My good middle aged work partner .I sit down on one of the chairs. Luckily, I'm eating twice today.
Mr Red always gets me some burger, when it's he's shift.