October 2011
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I had a home once
“Is this going to be another one of those stupid I-met-a-girl-had-a-one-night-stand-she-was-great stories like it always is?” George spoke before as I took a deep breath. Rugs chuckled, “That’s pretty fucking ironic coming from you isn’t, George Paul, he who bullshits.” George shot him a look. I had to laugh at that one.
“Not this time GP, we will save...
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we all have stories
“Fuck.” The word fell out of my mouth like it was a breathe of air.
It was raining, but that was typical Seattle. Every season, no matter what, you will see rain down here. It takes a while to get use to, but when you live everyday on the street, it becomes a part of you.
I still need to figure out what day it is, or better yet, where I am. Last place I remember being was Waterfront Park on a...
June 2011
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Prologue
I’ve acquired the ability to dream while awake, while still in the realm of reality. When I was younger, I used to associate sleeping and dreaming as if they were reliant on one another, but I’ve learned better. Sleep is for the weak at heart, those who need to hide away in their fears in a world where hiding is not even a true possibility. I’d walk around the city and see people carrying years...