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>after the cop beat me, decided the best thing to do was never to go there again
>asked a homeless dude how to get back to chinatown
>said the only way was to hop the freighttrains to the train yard near chinatown
>anxiously hop onto train
>pull open car door and sit in an empty freight
>look at the city from a bridge
>see kids in fields playing soccer or football with their parents
>made me think how lucky they are
>whatever, get off train
>end up back in chinatown
>sit and attempt to beg
>earn a total of five dollars
>heard buying a bottle of mouthwash can get you drunk
>go to pharmacy and buy a bottle of Colgate
>chinese man at till tells me to stay safe
>thank him and go into back alley
>see guy there too
>he's asleep, but i want to be nice
>nudge him
>isn't waking up
>try two more times before flipping him over
>arm visible, herion overdose
>get really shaken and run off
>go to different alley and meet other homeless people
>they all them pretty nice
>ask me if thats Colgate
>tell them shamefully i'm trying to get drunk
>they laugh and ask me to go buy them some bottles too
>tell them sure, gotta show respect
>give me money and run to pharmacy
>buy two more bottles
>come back and we get super drunk
>wake up alone in alley
>they must've bailed
>whatever, start walking around to pass time
>stumble across a guy getting jumped
>watch it, never seen a fight before except my parents
>they notice me
>they beat me up, than i guy stomps on my face
>they laugh at my broken teeth
>didn't get up
>other street kids stumble upon me and wake me up
>ask me if im ok
>they show me where they sleep
>looks better than a back alley
>they allow me to be apart of them
>felt accepted
>this is where bad shit starts to happen
