Freedom is like air. You can’t touch it or see it. We don’t think about it or appreciate it when we have it. But we notice it when we don’t have it, just like we notice when we don’t have oxygen. You realize you don’t have options.

No one expects to become homeless, but one of the benefits is that you have so much time. You cry, you express your resentment, you ask questions like, why did my parents bring me into this world if they couldn’t take care of me?

But at the end of the day, you realize crying doesn’t do much. You look at life and laugh about it, or cry about it. Based upon my experience, people are not going to cry with you, especially other homeless children.

ALL YOU RICH FUCKERS SEE

THE BEGINNING OF THE END AND

TAKE WHAT YOU CAN WHILE

YOU CAN. YOU IMAGINE THAT

YOU WILL GET AWAY, BUT

YOU'VE SHIT IN YOUR OWN

BED AND YOU'RE THE ONE TO

SLEEP IN IT. WHY SHOULD

EVERYONE ELSE STAY BEHIND

AND SMELL YOUR STINKING

COWARDICE? HERE'S A MESSAGE

TO YOU—SPACE TRAVEL IS

UNCERTAIN AND ANY REFUGE

OF YOURS CAN BE BLOWN

OFF THE MAP. THERE'S NO

OTHER PLACE FOR YOU TO GO.

KNOW THAT YOUR FUTURE IS

WITH US SO DON'T GIVE US

MORE REASONS TO HATE YOU.