hunter45

It's bleak. It's raining and I look down at the people all driving to god-knows-where. I light a cigarette, looking at the city. Trapped. Trapped like a fucking rat in a cage. It's not even 10:00 AM and I want to put a hole in the wall next to me. I shake a bit, then calm myself. I check my pockets, finding some loose change and a couple of cigs. I know that I'll be leaving here soon but no matter what anybody says or what I do, it's the same thing day in and day out. I turn my music up to drown out the sound of an ambulance coming up the street and everything suddenly seems a bit better. I grab my jacket and head out across the street. I