((This is going to be a book about a homeless person, and how he get's off the street and rebuilds his life, getting pretty rich, but later problems with people trying to get his money. I will write big parts, and you can also write with me. In the end, if I feel satisfied with the story, I will edit it into a final version. If there are any suggestions, please tell them, but put them between two brackets! So, everyone, please help me write this story! You're free to help me! Character for Jonathan Wales: (Not worked out very well, but I will update it later, probably.)Good points: Hard worker, smart, calm. Bad points: Stubborn, cold.)) Jonathan sat on the edge of the step. His hair was messy. He hadn't taken a shower in two days, since he was kicked out of the homeless center again. They said he could stay longer if he'd stop using weed. He tried, but they still kicked him out, so why should he work himself to death for them? He doubted. Should he take it now? He decided to save it for later. He wasn't so hungry for his weed right now, but that could come later. He suddenly started crying, and he thought of the good years. He was 24 right now, but homeless and addicted already. He thought of the accident, in which he had lost his parents, and he thought of how things went downhill from there. At the bar, they used to give him the so-called 'advise': "Go see a fucking psychologist!", but what'd be the use? As if they could solve his problems. As if they could solve his problems. Yeah, right! Rule number one in Jonathan's life: Trust no one but yourself, or, the best doctor is a dead doctor.
