Three Sides of a Broken Heart

Living in Las Santos was hard. Finding a new place to stay every night was even harder. No one takes kindly to letting in strangers, and with the city's reputation, I don't think I wanted to stay in a stranger's apartment for longer than a night anyways.

It was my job, I was a professional entertainer,
for the 'Vanilla Unicorn.'

Except unlike the others, I was actually good at my job. No attachments ever. In and out, I do what i'm being to paid and get on my merry fucking way. Was I proud of it? Absolutely not but, at the same time, did I give a shit?

Absolutely not.

You might be asking yourself, what happened to me? Why didn't I chase my dream like everyone else? Go to college.. Get a degree?
Well.. it might come as a surprise to most people but yes, once upon a time I did have a dream. And goals that I wanted to set in motion, things and feelings I wanted to experience.

Like having a family for once.

Though there's some things, cartoons and disney won't tell you but instead like to focus on spewing worthless crap about being happy and how great life is.

Always remember that real shit happens in real life.

For instance, Sometimes, shit happens and things don't go the way you want them to. While, stupid shit like dreams and hopes don't actually pan out no matter how hard you try.

But lucky for me, I learned that a long time ago.

And I did my best to leave those dreams behind because... well they were stolen from me anyways.