I was cleaning out my apartment today when i spotted a homeless guy on the street outside of my window. He was trying to sell this magazing that they print for the homeless to sell to make some money on their own in a good clean way. Anyway, what really broke my heart was when I saw him spot a half smoked cigarette on the ground. He looked around to make sure no one was looking, then he kicked the cig into the corner behind him, bent down, picked it up and lit it. It just struck a nerve. That guy was about 30 years old, not too shabby-looking, but with a real sad and bitter look on his face. He seemed so very lonely. And here am I, with a family who loves me, a good salary, three meals a day.. And still I don't wan't to live. It makes me so fucking SICK of myself.