Today never happens again.

Breaking the windows in my old apartment, all my belongings were still inside. There on the kitchen counter were my carton of smokes. I was drinking the week away and forgot where my smokes were.

The plan was to grab the smokes and ride my bicycle to a new town where I can find a home. No where felt truly my own. with a back pack full of donated food I road. There on my bike not yet at the highway I smoked my second smoke of the day. Hands began to twitch when the high way trucks pass me. It feels like in life whatever diretion You travel is the up hill.

The first sign showing me the distance called for a couple smokes. Standing my back to the trafick, I head SCREE I jumped as far across the ditch as I could.. The car was ahead of me down in a ditch. I went down the road to check on the driver, There was one man in the car or atleas was in his car. The windshield was missing and the man was devided on how the car ride went. When the sirens showed up and my statement made. I asked them if I could have a ride the officer was kind and drove me right to the door of the mens shelter in the town I call home.

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