Street Zine newspaper

I passed that damn test and I now have a clean record once again. There was this one kid that reminded me of my other friend. He had been caught stealing god knows what, and now he has to pay $140 and do 48 hours of community service along with some other things I didn't get to hear, but it sure sounded like a lot. Coming out of the court building I saw a newspaper vendor. Not one of those normal vendors, but a homeless making his living selling paper about homeless people. I instantly reached into my pocket and pulled out a dollar went over to him and asked for a newspaper. You should've seen his face, it instantly lit up. I guess he wasn't doing much business. I felt so bad, I hated the people that ignored the poor guy, he's actually tying to make something of himself. I really wished I could've talked to him, I could tell he had a huge story to tell. My mom gave him another dollar and told him to keep it for himself. All these business people kept coming in and out of the building and not one payed any attention to him, they only gave him a smug look and continued on with their business. I've read alot of those newspapers and I've learned that many of them are out not on the streets because they choose to or because they do drugs. Many were abonded by their parents and it's an open wound they can't heal like this on story in the newspaper, "I've been on the street 5 years and I think it's bacause I cannot get over one thing. It's the image of my daddy leaving me on the side of the road in the snow, without a jacket, when I was seven." You would be surprise by the stories they tell, many use to be big people just like the ones giving the homeless the smug looks. I really wish I could help every single one of them, and I will one day. People look at them as deliquents when they haven't done anything. So many times have I gone to library and outside of it I see cops handcuffing them, while they look totally confuse about the whole thing. The only difference between you and them is the you have a don't have to worry about where you're going to sleep tomorrow, or what you're going to eat next. They have a reason to whine and yet they don't, they suck it up and try their best to make it out of there. There's writers, poets, artist, accountents, managers, mothers, fathers, teens, children along with other people and they didn't choose to live that way, it was from one day to the next.