smoking my last cigerttee

This is a church across the street from the mens shelter. When I cant get in the shelter due to there being no beds, I sleep down beneath steps of the church. It was the end of summer when I could only think about how to stay dry and where to find secure sleep. I wake up early in the day though sometimes shaking. The beer store opens at ten but You never want to be seen waiting at the doors. So instead I wait at corner and light my fourth smoke in ten minutes. The staff at the beer store are friendly. I walk to a small park find my bench sit down and chug my fisrt of four beers bought.

The beers are empty so I throw them into the public trash can. After leaving tthe park with a warm view on how ithe day is going. I find my friend Kevin. "Bias I found You!" "No Kev I seen You from down the street.". Kevin handed me a smoke he was homeless and heart broken but the smokes provided us a moment of peace. Kevin surpised me by pulling a botle of fire ball. It went down my throught quick but not too easily. After jugging my drink I looked around and Kevin must of walked somewhere. When he was not ath the places I thought he would be such as the park otr the recreationol centre. Breathing very slowly with his eye closed he lay there under a bush. I had cell phone with mo time but I was still able to call for an ambulance. He was un responsive. The last time I saw him he was in a coma. I found out he stole took a month worth anti anxiety. Leaving the hospital I snoked my last cigerrate.

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