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I guess I'll keep writing. I'm done working for tonight and I guess there is some internet here that the computer is picking up. It's probably stealing but it's not my fault that some idiot is turning off his internet access.

I guess I should be lucky to be here. This place isn't so bad and I've been around a lot worse. I'll never live in the nicer neighborhoods or have good weather all year around. So I guess I should be thankful. At least one person is taking care of me and he's not in much better shape than I am. The burns on his hands are healing pretty well. He's not crying about it at least.

For some reason though I'm still waiting for the people in the street to start starring at me. Treating me like I'm different. No one knows me so there is no reason for them to be looking at me. My clothes aren't that great but hell, I live in the crap part of town, so they can just kiss my big white behind.

Maybe I'll just leave. Maybe I'll get out of here. No one is keeping me down, right? There's no reason to keep living in this place. I'll keeping working, bide my time and get out.

Man that feels good to say.

Gotta call from work. The things I do for money.