6 months earlier
I'm alone, I'm cold, I'm hungry, it's raining and I'm stuck where I am. I wish I could go somewhere to et out if the horrible weather but I don't have anywhere and I'd rather my sketchbook not get wet. you'd be surprise how many people ignore me. but I guess a lonely mutant doesn't need love. I'm gonna die anyway. might as well live the best I can.
present time
I sit on the street with my drawings set out. "$1 3/-\(|-|" read the sign set next to them. I was trying to get some money. I've barely eaten for a while and I'd like a drink but my bottle is empty and I've ran out of bread. I think I might steal something but later I think someone's coming over.
