Nowhere to call home

31st October 1998

Halloween. It used to be my favourite day of the year. Trick or treating with friends, and avoiding home till the early hours of the morning. I used to love it. The last time I did that was just after my 10th birthday. I was a werewolf. I had spent an entire month making it, and it was perfect. It was my favourite costume I've ever made. I never got a shop bought one, or any help making my own. Just like everything else, I made it alone. Anyway, back to the point. I'll have to turn in early tonight, so the kids don't see me. I'll watch from a distance though. I'll see the happiness spreading between child and adult. Ill have less money today to p, and probably won't eat. Oh well. Not much different to other days, just losing begging time.
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