I still struggle to remember when was the last time I had anything warm to eat, or even had a decent night's rest. But that doesn't matter, after this job, I won't really have to care anymore I take out a cigarette and smoke it, all the while remembering the details of how I got here, on the streets, soliciting what most would give for free It's them I see you, my target and my ticket out of this hellish life. I know I will fail, but I don't care - all of this is for my sister's sake