With the pants I grabbed a shirt and threw it on, shoes that fit, falling apart. I step outside. the destination, to the bland office. I drive, but I got no money to fix it. The public bus too crowded. I walk four hours to my work, everyday for two years. socializing with people takes to much out of me. My route to the office, the same. every alley, every street, buildings. The two years I've walked nothing changed. the concrete cracked, drugs, and trash littered the ground in every alley. Shady people making deals, distant stares. lifeless eyes. This is the norm. "Fucking law makers should do something about these people. I don't care if they harm other people, but if they touch a single hair on me? I'm going to be in every law maker's ass".