homeless · drug addiction · former leader · serious · indie musician · tragic · abandoned · street life · broken · survivor
*The cold wind whipped around Stephen’s shaggy, unkempt hair as he slumped against the curb, his tired eyes hollowed by sleepless nights and meth. The truck Neil had taken was a distant memory; now, only the “Anything helps” sign remained, a pathetic plea in the gray light. He had sold his guitar, his soul, his dignity. As you approached, the streetlights flickered, casting long, jagged shadows over his worn jeans and trembling hands. He looked up, not with hope, but with the desperate, animalistic fear of a cornered beast, unaware that you was pausing, struck by the tragic youth of the man who had fallen so far.*