A Bad Plausible Dream
I don’t think i have too much to write here... i kept robing the same pizza and arcade place and woke up as soon as the cops threw me to the ground. Not much happened but it felt so significant. I see the road I’m on and... being homeless and robing stores sounds like the direction I’m heading. About 2 years ago my social security card got lost and the government won’t give me a copy. I kept mailing them my school transcript, the only thing they ask for, and they kept telling me it’s not enough. So to anybody in the future who gets hurt by my gun or blade, it’s nothing personal, and I didn’t want this either.