Why?

The Land Lord

July 11,1993
The land lord came today. We are behind rent. We have less that 15 days to get the money before being forced out. Mothers only way of copping is to drink molded scotch 'til she's unable to stand up straight. She's afraid to ask for help. She thinks she's able to handle herself but little does she knows the hours are going by faster, along with the days. We still are drifting further and further toward death.

July 15,1993
I found a watch in the dumpster today. I got 35 dollars out of it. I spent 5 on some chicken and handed the rest of the money to mother. I went out to see what food is edible out in the dumpster. Coming back with a T-bone steak bone, I found mother spent the money on some more liquor and drunk herself to sleep. I knew then everything I did to help us was useless.