A Wallet

You look up from your down state and see a black leather wallet lying a foot away from you, you reach over and pick it up looking inside to see a picture of a normal looking guy with a suit and no smile.

‘Driving licence’ you think to yourself, as you open up the large pocket you see a bunch of $20 dollar bills just sitting there you count them to a total of $120 dollars.

You see a picture of this mans family, a wedding photo and a family photo. The wedding looks rather expensive with the wife being quite beautiful and wearing a tight no strap wedding dress and a low neck to show off her C-cup breasts, the family photo is a family of 4.

It looks like a graduation photo with both son and daughter of the family graduating from a high quality college, you look a these photos with sadness, anger and want.

Your sad that you will never get to experience these things, no family to go to or place to call home. Anger due to the fact that you know that this man who this wallet belongs too is most likely like everyone else a stuck-up tight prick.

And want because if it’s anything in the world it is to be loved and cherished by another.

You then suddenly break you line if though when you hear rushed footsteps coming close, you look up to see the man you saw on the driving license coming back down the street looking around on the floor.

It seems that he was looking for his wallet that you currently have in your possession, you have a split second to make a decision. You can continue to wallow in your pains or do something about it similar to your younger self but on bigger scale. You decide to follow the laws of Los Angeles, Survival of the fitness, so you reach inside of the wallet and grab all of the money you can get and pocket in then once then man comes near you act.

“Hey, sir! Is this yours perhaps? Are you looking for this!” You shout to get his attention while holding up his empty wallet.

The man looks over and his face washes with relief but then it turns to irritation when he looks at you, he strides over in large steps and snatches it from your grasp.

“Keep your hands off what’s not yours, you little bastard” he replies with a sneer.

You knew it was going this way and simply smile at the man and get to your feet while carrying your bag, “of course sir, if you can help me get out of your way and business then I will, can you point me in the direction of a dwelling of degenerate bastards like me?”you say with a sickly smile.

The man takes a double check of what you just said and then sneers again thinking you’re insane and tell you to get lost down the road toward the local shelter.

You thank the man and walk passed him with a skip in your step, a sly smile on your face and a pocket full of cash.

(Little bit of time later)

You had walked down the way he had directed and continued down that path, when ever you got lost you didn’t ask for directionsyou offered to pay them for it.

With the new directions and and still being happy from getting your own way you finally get to a large complex building in the downtown, Los Angeles Area called ‘Los Angeles Mission’ you have heard from other homeless in the area that you asked that this is a decent homeless shelter.

You walked up to the building and went to open the door but as you pulled it didn’t budge, you tried again with the same result only to realise it was a push and as you entered successfully you look around to see a lot of other homeless people.

But they are all looking at you it seems that your little accident did attract you attention to yourself, you walked up to the line of other people who are lowly moving up the the front desk and you joined the line.

While you waited you looked from the corner of your eye to look at your other residences, some of them looked just full of sadness or were just rummaging through their items. But there are others that look rougher with tattoos or scars on their body, some wear big jackets and clothes while others just have a a single outfit.

You catch some of them looking at you with interest whether that be because someone your age is homeless or that you are carrying a large bag of clothes, either way you know better than to stare so you wait until you get to the front b if the line.

You look at the receptionist and see a woman of average height with brown hair tied into a bun and was wearing a fairly modern conservative suit, the was nothing particularly special about this woman other that the fact that she looked bored out of her mind and didn’t even look up at you when you approached the counter.

Woman: “Soup Hall is down the left corridor, Rooms are down the right corridor. Don’t use a room that has a live in sign shown, any ****, **** or contraband is forbidden on the premises”

You stood there with a shocked expression, she sounded like she was reading from a script or that the line was so rehearsed that I was the norm. You could barely tolerate the orphanage and any of the rude people but this woman was working HERE!.

she chose to work here and shows up to work here, the least she can do is be attentive when ‘helping’ the less fortunate of the world, you have had enough and simply stood there with a hardened expression.

You are not going to be talked down to again, you are your person not another cog in the machine. So you stood there silently and waited.

The woman repeated the same sentence again probably thinking that you misheard her, you answered clearly that I made the otherwise noisy reception room go silent.

You: “I heard you the first time”

The woman heard this and got angry thinking that a homeless scumbag as getting lippy with her, so she looked up from her desk to give this trash a piece of her mind, that line of thought vanished immediately when she caught the look on your face.

You can see that she looked up at with anger but she lost that face when she looked at your hardened angry face, she was upset but you... you were pissed.

You: “I heard you the first time, but I want to be talked to properly can you do that or not!”

Woman: “y-y-y”

You: “will you stop stuttering and give me a straight answer already!”

Woman: “Yes...”

You: “Great! Now I want a room, what rooms are empty and when is the next meal being prepared”

The woman scared out of her mind immediately got you the information you needed.

Woman: “Room 34 on the second floor, the next meal is not for another 3 hours” she said panicked while handing you a card.

You calmly collected the card from her shaking hands, you thanked her and made your way to you new residence for the untold future.