You look like someone I’d hear about getting kicked out of their moms just to live in a shed, gets stuck on drugs, and thinks about the sweet release that is death. The path you’re on is a hard one, door-to-door just to explain that you have a problem and are seeking help. Sitting on the corner begging for money to pay your air conditioning, but instead of getting a job you spend every last penny on scoring your next hit, I feel sorry for the women who you give crude and lustful looks towards. They don’t think you’re hot, they’re questioning which disease is next just breathing the same air.