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It ‘s 1:30 AM and Jake is trying to get us some food before sleep time. Nobody had passed us in the last thirty minutes. A man in a suit started to turn the corner. We could hear the clip clop of his 300 dollar shoes as he paced towards us. Jake stood up

“Pardon me sir, but do you think that you could spare some change tonight so that we could get a taco.”

The man in the suit didn’t even blink as he walked past us.

“Sometimes I pretend I don’t exist, but you’re really good at it,” Jake yelled.

We all laughed. Our dog Buddy eats better than us. More people stop to make sure that he has enough food than any other reason.

I reached into my backpack and pulled out my night clothes; an old sweater, a poncho, and a pair of ski pants. Jake and Sal are  nineteen, I’m twenty-three. I’ve been living on the streets ever since I was sixteen years old. I left Mom’s trailer because I couldn’t take living with her anymore. She was psychotic, maybe because she took too much acid in the sixties, maybe her blood was just bad. Whatever it was, she would tear up the house at least once a week and beat the living hell out of me, so when I was ten, I decided to get out of there as soon as I had some money. I ended up leaving sooner than that.

It’s okay though, now I have plans.

Big plans.

Well okay, a plan.

All three of us are going to go to New Mexico to start a mushroom farm. Jake says that he knows a ranch that we can live and that we could grow Psilocybin mushrooms and make some serious money. Or at least, enough so that we don’t have to eat out of the trash anymore.

You would be surprised what people just through away without even thinking twice about it.

Jake walked over to the trashcan and stuck his arm in.

“Jackpot!” he yelled. “sandwich, still in the to go container.”

“What kind?” Sal asked.

“Turkey, sorry babe,” Jake replied.

Sal was a vegetarian, she loves animals.

“Shoot, I guess I’ll have one of the bread slices and the pickle.”

“Will that be enough?” I asked.

“Is it ever?” Sal replied.

The three of us went into our sleeping bags. Sal sleeps with Jake, I sleep with Buddy. He’s my little space heater.

“At least the sky’s clear tonight” Sal says.

“Yeah, look what all those people with houses are missing, I can see Orion’s belt from my bedroom.” I say.