I don't really blame them for calling me street rat or looking at me with angry eyes. Not like I make that much of an impression anyways. My parents always told me to "save face", but that's only for people who can afford it.
Only for people who care to afford it.
I get by. I have enough for food, for apartment rent. It's not really a home, not really a hotel. Definitely not a hotel. No one changes my sheets when I'm out - I'm lucky to have sheets at all, haha.
I'm not really bitter. Maybe a little. Maybe it pisses me off when I see those houses with crystal chandeliers and vases of real flowers, when I can barely afford cigarettes.
Some of the other guys steal from these people, but I don't see the point. Money maybe, but my mother always said beggars and thieves were just lazy people, who didn't want to work. I won't disappoint her in becoming one.
I've already done enough.
Besides, these rich families have nothing I need. I get by okay.
That's about all I do.
The way it looks, that's about all I'll ever do.
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