User blog comment:Crimson the Fandraxonian/22-24-21-25-12-25-12-17-10 23-11-8 22-23-18-21-16/@comment-24196478-20150712010002/@comment-24196478-20150712010153

SURVIVING THE STORM
NO MATTER HOW POWERFUL YOU ARE. NO MATTER HOW STRONG WILLED YOU ARE. YOU ARE NOT GOING TO FIND STREET LIFE NICE. IT'S ABOUT AS ICKY AND AWFUL AS DAMN LICE.

BE LUCKY IF YOU'RE FED. BE LUCKY IF YOU'RE NOT DEAD. I AM NOT GOING TO DIE SOME DAY. THE ONLY THING I CAN DO IS PRAY.

AND EVEN THEN.

THAT WILL NOT HELP ME.

PLEASE HELP ME.

I DON'T WANT TO BE BY MYSELF.

I HAVE LIVED MOST OF MY LIFE ALONE, WITH NO ONE TO TALK TO OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT. I GOT NO FORM OF COMMUNICATION, NOT EVEN BY PHONE. THE ONLY THING I MIGHT SEE ONCE IN A WHILE IS A DEAD CAT.

THERE IS NOTHING I CAN DO TO SAVE MYSELF. I MAY BE MUSCLE BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN I CAN STAY ALIVE. COUNTLESS OTHERS HAVE SHOVED ME OFF THE HELP SHELF... THE ONLY FOODS I CAN GET ARE THE HONEY FROM A BEEHIVE.

IT'S DANGEROUS OUT HERE ON THE STREETS. YOU DON'T WANT TO BE ON THE STREETS. STAY AWAY FROM THEM AND NEVER COME NEAR ME. I WOULD EXPLAIN WHY BUT YOU WOULD ONLY HAVE TO SEE...

FOR YOURSELF.