Truth

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"Hit me." He laid down the card. 25. Damn! This place always gets me. I threw down my cards in frustration and walked away with my remaining chips. Should I cash 'em in? Probably. I went to the stand and gave the guy my chips. That was a weeks worth of food there. He gave me my winnings and I walked out. I walked down the street from the casino, finished playing blackjack, and headed home. I took a turn down a alleyway near chase tower and stared down my cardboard box. Home sweet home.... I put down my backpack behind my sleeping bag and grabbed my sketchbook and pencil. I turned to a blank page and pondered. What image is in my head today? Maybe a dog? Or a person. I wracked my mind for a familiar picture. That lady today was quite... interesting. I decided on her and started to sketch. Face. Lips. Eyes. Horns. I laughed at the last one. She didn't have 'em but she sure as heck deserved them. Scowl, eyebrows. Evil glint in eye. The rough sketch was coming along nicely. Clop. Clop. Footsteps echoed down the alleyWay. I scrambled to put my things in my backpack and hide. Trashcans the only option this time. I hopped into the awful smelling thing and peeked out the top. A police officer was there. A Male voice, obviously not a woman's started to talk. "I swear I heard laughter down here Roberts!" A more feminine voice answered, yet deep in pitch, so I wasn't sure on them."You were probably just hearing an echo from those hooligans that hang around in the alleyways. Let them be stupid and get back in the car Sweets." The person I imagined was Roberts spoke last as they both left. Whew. No trouble this time. I should probably go buy some dinner. So I headded down the street. I went to a nearby restaurant and ordered a portabella burger. I went home to eat it as when I eat in the restaurant people give me weird stares. Probably because I smell. When I got back I saw someone waiting for me. "Hand over the money, loser." A demanding but rude voice ordered.