User:Antiroxas21

Going to the Needy Day #1 Hello, my name is Joseph and I hate life. Everything is just so terrible. First i get fired from my shit job at the bank downtown. Then my landlord evicts me. And to top it off i now eat out of garbage cans and live under a bridge. I found a journal on the side of the road and figured i would write in it since i have nothing better to do. Being a bum sucks but a bum all alone is even worse. I always see other hobos around but i don't converse with them. They are way too happy for hobos and never complain about being hungry. I'm thinking that they found some hidden soup kitchen or somebody gives them food. I keep thinking of fucking up one of them to give me the info on where their stash is. Day #2 I have to scrounge because I hate asking for favors and keep to myself. I guess you could say I'm an angry person. I hate everything and everyone, even when I wasn't homeless I was hateful. I would snap at random people on the street and get into fights. Lately food has been low so I've been going hungry alot more. It sucks and I always see the others always happy always full. I have this burning furry against them and all they have. Jolly motherfuckers. Day #3 I finally gave in and went to talk to one of the others. She was a lady around my age and not too much better off then me. She said her name was Miranda. I was actually glad to have a conversation with someone even though I'm a hateful guy i need to have human contact or else I go a little crazy like can you actually believe I started to consider eating road kill. Oh the hobo doesn't wanna eat some road kill I know okay I have to take what i can get but I don't give a fuck I won't eat shit like that. Miranda was nice and just as holly jolly as i expected out of those fuckers. I talked a little but couldn't contain my rage so i stopped talking to her. Day #4 Hunger overcame rage so i tried to strike up a conversation again. I made some small talk and them i pop the question. "where do you guys get your food?" At the mention of food something of a sneer came over Miranda's face as she sized me up with her eyes. I found this to be odd as I'm not used to this sort of thing. After a quick glance at me she said first i have to introduce you to the others then we can eat. I met Zack, Joe, Elanor, and Busby. They were all just as I expected laughing joking numbnuts. I write this entry before meeting then again this time they promised food and that it would be delicious. Day #5 This is Miranda after reading this journal i feel it needs to be completed. Joseph was a sweet guy but right from the start i could tell he had problems and after reading this journal my suspicions were confirmed. You might be wondering what happened to Joseph we will get to that. I introduced Joseph to the others and we chatted for a bit. After we talked we finally got around to eating it was delicious it tasted like burgers. Joseph was so moved by our kindness and compassion he left and tried to give life another shoot. It was so great to have him for dinner. Police Report 35 year old Joseph Smith was found dead under the Newark bridge. Skin was missing from his bones bite marks are seen on his arms legs and chest. In his coat pocket was found a pen a journal and a piece of paper. The last entry in the journal is written in blood, presumably it is John's however this hasn't been confirmed. The killer is currently unknown and because the deceased has no family or close friends the search has been given up.