Eight million stories in a broken city. A mix of hope and despair. All of this is my fault. The rats are trying to come in. And do you know what i miss most? Just being warm. What we have here is a structure of hell. You have to make it your quest to connect with people. And to live a long life. But you have to get from heart to heart. From soul to soul. The way you can get around. From place to place without a cent to your name. Its a real crazy thing and we have some work to do. To live on skid row. To kill or be killed. Kids are watching at home. So be good for goodness sake. Everyone has ulterior motives. Why won't we get out of this situation. That's what we're trying to figure out. So go out. And go on. Just one pay check is an important thing to alot of people. The way washington works. I wasn't on the front pages. It takes people to have hope. I was going to die. Looking for the next meal. Santa is just white. Children and the audience. Santa clause is not real. And i don't think anyone wants to be homeless. I don't think anyone wants to be addicted. Do you wanna get high? You don't feel like you have a choice. Turn it up. Turn it in to something special. This is meditation. How dare you. You're fired. Now if only you had a job. For the most part, you have to choose to do crack. Its none of your concern. I'm in pain everyday. I want to be here. Sanity and happiness is an impossible combination. We are just lighting up our ducks tonight. By the skyline. Havn't you heard me call home? Speedball is better than women. What do we do now? I need to get well. Just to operate. I'll do it just one more time. A symphony of ugly. I wish i would change. Its not that easy, im addicted to pain. These are things that go on a regular basis. This is no way to live. Im just tired. Real tired. I just need some help. I just don't know where to go. Its a vicious circle. I would never take it for granted. Because i am the walking dead. I live here. And there is criminal activity in the homeless community that has to be dealt with. If i wanted to be seen i would be out of skid row. A plague has hit the world. This day is not a good day at all. And the shelter is packed. Packed to capacity. You don't have a place to sleep. And it's raining. There is nothing else that can be done. Skid row is a state of mind. Oh god. Why didn't you pay attention to me? And it continues. Sometimes silence is your home. If there is a god. That guy is an asshole.