Groggily, I rubbed the rheum that formed in the corners of my eyes away. I don’t quite remember what I did last night, but the memories from the past continue to haunt me in my sleep. My back ached from sleeping on the hard concrete; thankfully it was a dry night. No rain, no snow. I skipped out on dinner last night, so it was now time for me to scrounge for some sort of breakfast. People in the city can be so thoughtless. They spend so much money on food and end up throwing most of it away because they assume it’s rotten. That food that they throw out is considered my breakfast. At this point you have probably already gathered that I’m a homeless man. I lost my home and family to my own stupidity but addictions are difficult to fend off. I guess this is what I had coming to me and probably should have listened when my family told me it was getting out of hand. Before you assume the worst you should know that I’m not addicted to hard drugs and alcohol. My addiction is gambling. I gambled everything I had away, and now that everything I had is gone I find that I’m still gambling. I’m gambling to get everything I lost.. back. However I don’t buy Lotto 649 tickets or anything along those lines, I strictly buy scratch cards. I don’t remember how many scratch cards I bought, but it obviously got out of hand. Another thing that amuses me is how much change people throw into the garbage but I guess I really shouldn’t complain about what they throw out. Their garbage is keeping me alive.
	At this point in my life I only have one purpose. That purpose is to win the lottery and win my family back with my new found riches. People are disgusting because money is the only thing they care about. Living under the poverty line seems to break down their walls. But I still feel that the only way I’m going to get anywhere with my family is if I come into some sort of large quantity of money. Oh well, I can’t dwell on the past for my whole life. Quickly gathering the change I managed to pick out of the few dumpsters I went to visit, I set off for the store I buy lottery tickets from. I hate how obviously homeless I am. I don’t remember the last time I showered, and my beard has become so unruly it looks like something could be living in there. Tugging at my beard that’s gray with age I continue down the path. Who knows, maybe today is my lucky day.