The streets are riddled with shell casings from the night before. I continue to wonder for another place to sleep for the night (like every night). I couldn't tell you where my next meal will come from. It's elusive, untamed, and my daily pursuit. I once lived in a big mansion with quite a few siblings but left to get "some fresh air". All of a sudden things changed. My decisions just got worse and before I knew it, I have to nearly decimate someone for a fish bone in the garbage can (I don't even like fish). That's not the worst part, I whither on the cold concrete floor, frozen with a dead stare in my eyes. I might even get a piece of cardboard if I'm lucky. It gets worse but I would rather you not feel sorry for me. I made too many bad calls and this is what I have to reap. I would like to ask you for one thing though... Say a prayer for me when you talk to Dad. Tell Papa I miss Him and I want to come home now.
Signed, Sealed, and Revealing the Truth;
T. C. Reid
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