Cold Wet Misery Finding its way into Your Very Being, Yet Hope In friendship and The comfort Of Your Common Indulgence, Who would Believe That As the Clouds Rolled Back On the Marrow the sun Would Shine But You would Not. Steven And Tim We Love You You where Our Brothers!
It Is Harder Than Some Might Imagine To Be on the streets and to Make friends Then To watch Them Die to Listen as Others Talk about them as If they where deserving Of such A end. Sad Really That Your Grief Can So easily be turned to anger. I am not angry at the people who read the story and comment on how they where just homeless junkies,and could have got help if they really wanted to or How no one gives a Shit about two men Who died in an abandoned Building. What angers Me is the spirit of apathy That has encompassed the peoples lives who make these comments God Forbid Steve’s Or Tim,s Mothers ever Read the article’s and the comments that followed.
And Thank God when My Time Comes my own mother has passed and will be unable to read them.