I was running down a dark alley. That's all I can remember when I woke up in a huge, comfortable bed. I couldn't understand how I got here or where I was. It's been a long time since I've felt such a bed. Never have I thought I'd feel it again. Being homeless as its consequences. I need to find out where I am. I got up slowly. Climbing off this huge bed, barley touching the floor as I slide off the edge.
As I looked around the room I saw a door to my left and another in front of me, walking to the left, I discovered a small bathroom. Looking in the mirror I see I look a mess, dark greasy hair, dirty pale skin, and new clothes? These aren't mine, their a man's, a dress shirt to be exact. Strange.
I tried washing up, getting the dirt off my face and hands. I grabbed a hair tie off the counter, putting my mop into a messy bun.
Walking out of the tiny bathroom, I head straight for the door. Not waiting a second later I was on the cold dusk streets. I wrap my jacket closer to my body as I walk down the road. I had to walk miles. Until I finally reached my apartment. My feet were in pain as I unlocked my door and headed straight to my bed after locking the door up. This town isn't that safe. Anyone is willing to steal for a little something. No ones good and yet no ones deemed horrible. You kill a man and get away with it these days. Cleansing the population they say. Well I say it's a load of bullshit. I can't stand anyone. I live alone and I can barely take care of myself. I work part time for an escort service for some extra cash. Mainly I just play my guitar and sing or I'm getting drunk and laid. There is nothing else. This is my life. Welcome.
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I'm at loss for words. I must have left a window open. My favorite set of leather lingerie is missing. Damn how much I really loved that too. I guess I'll just wear a dress. Honestly they are great inventions, pretty much a bag that almost always looks good and takes almost nothing to put on and just go about anything. Especially a porno.
Today's a big gig at some bar. There's supposedly gonna be some higher ups watching. What I'm hoping to see is someone willing to buy me a drink.
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The Lost Child
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