His wife kicked him out because she couldn't take the instability in his work and his emotions. He finds himself under a bridge sleeping not knowing where his next meal is going to come from. His mental health is struggling with suicidal thoughts currently but no one would know. He doesn't talk to himself like the girl who frequently mopes around his choice of sleeping spot. It's summertime and it's starting to really get hot out. His ability to get a job is shattered more and more as his inability to cleanse himself and groom himself. Not only that but he has no phone number for them to call and let him know he has an interview, one of his fellow homeless "friends" must have stolen it from him. And most employers need an address for the person they are hiring so they can send their checks to them.
Passerby citizens grimace at his appearance and hurry pass to avoid the common phrase from people like him. "Do you got any change?"
Days had turned to weeks in a blur for him and now it's been 3 months. He has lost a lot of weight so his clothes barely fit anymore he uses a couple plastic bags tied together as a belt to keep his pants up. And he uses the socks the shelter give out as toilet paper when he uses the rest room at night then puts it in a plastic bag and then in the morning he takes the bag smuggles it into the nearby library and flushes it down the toilet. Building maintenance has tried to crack down on this activity from happening requiring the homeless to leave their bags with the security guard at the table but they still sneak them in to flush them.
Every day he struggles with hunger and thirst and his "friends" tempt him in doing drugs and drinking with them. He rather just jump from the bridge he sleeps under each night.
And go....
Passerby citizens grimace at his appearance and hurry pass to avoid the common phrase from people like him. "Do you got any change?"
Days had turned to weeks in a blur for him and now it's been 3 months. He has lost a lot of weight so his clothes barely fit anymore he uses a couple plastic bags tied together as a belt to keep his pants up. And he uses the socks the shelter give out as toilet paper when he uses the rest room at night then puts it in a plastic bag and then in the morning he takes the bag smuggles it into the nearby library and flushes it down the toilet. Building maintenance has tried to crack down on this activity from happening requiring the homeless to leave their bags with the security guard at the table but they still sneak them in to flush them.
Every day he struggles with hunger and thirst and his "friends" tempt him in doing drugs and drinking with them. He rather just jump from the bridge he sleeps under each night.
And go....
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