It's cold, so damn cold.
Looking around all I see is the grimy alleyway I call home, The street lamps seemingly unable to pierce the gloom, while the occasional car passes by giving only a brief glimpse of the trash and snow piling up around my "fort".
The shivering stopped a few hours ago, although sadly whilst I can no longer feel my arms or legs, my stomach seems to be trying to digest whats left of me.
I know I'm going to die, I've known since I was a child that death comes from anywhere and at anytime but if someone told me five years ago that I'd die from exposure cowering under rags, I'd have probably had myself a good chuckle before driving away in my company car.
It's strange what comes to mind when you can't even twitch your eyes open anymore, mainly the normal stuff family, friends, your pet cat that is curled up next to you...
Although I've got no one to blame for this, seriously I don't blame anyone because it's my own goddamn fault, I suppose I deserve this after what I did, stealing from all those people.
While I wasn't sent to prison I did get fired and blacklisted from basically everywhere, heck even the 7/eleven around the corner wont hire me.
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Anyway it's sort of nice I guess, considering that I can't feel anything anymore not even the plaintive cries my stomach released only a little while ago, I just feel tired and the low drone of passing cars seems to be pushing me to the edge...
I think I should feel regret but I don't, the people I stole from all got their money back, my parents died twelve years ago, I have nothing left except for the small cat that went quiet not too long ago.
No I suppose I do have nothing left, ah well guess it's good night for Patrick Weaver.
Heh, although now that I think of it I'm sort of guilty about whoever is going to be cleaning me up Tomorrow.
Hah Hahahahahaahahahahaa!
Poor guy, I probably reek.
Just as everything was slowly stopping as the proverbial lights went off in my head, I'm about ninety percent certain I started hallucinating.
"Don't worry I'll let you keep the cat."
... Huh?