Eye Of Newt

I know what you’re probably thinking, how did I become homeless at 19? Whatever it was, I must’ve deserved it right? Well, I’ll let you in on a little secret, I had a house once, a father that loved me. I never knew my mother, she died when I was little. When I turned 17 everything changed. One day, my father came home and I noticed he had a strange look on his face. Turns out he had lost his job that day. As soon as the next week, he had replaced going to work with going to the bar. He had become a different man. One morning I got up and found he was already drunk. This didn’t really work for me as I had to get him to sign a bad grade I received on a report card. He suddenly became furious, yelling and screaming. After he used his scotch glass to swing at me, I ran. Last I heard he’s serving in jail for assault on some teenage boy. So ever since, I’ve been living wherever its quiet, pretty much wherever is the furthest from the outside world. It’s been like this for seven months now.