i got up off that concrete, bare-assed, naked, and thought to myself: i've just been pretending i'm a pirate and mean and a heartless terrorist and have no morals.

actually, i am none of these. then, i almost started to cry, which i don't usually do, cause i wasn't anything and cause i was all alone on the concrete.

then i stopped thinking about myself cause i was bored with me and i looked around me. there was nothing around me --- nothing except for stone, sun, sky, and dirt.

this was a ruined suburbia. i thought, if there's nothing around me, there's nothing for me to do. but i've got a life on my hands: my life.