I had to stop feeling sorry for myself others have been hurt and im trying to get a score. What the hell is wrong with me... what the hell is right with me for that matter!?
I walked down the back alleys and heard a noise it was a begger, normaly i would ignore them because i thought they would spend it on drugs but then i remember that the only difference between me and him was status.
i felt a great surge of sympathy and gave him some spare change that i had in my pocket and handed him it.
he looks at how much their is, but by that time i am already gone
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