My life in Boston

            He lived under a bridge
A rough life in the streets of South Boston others lived there as well huddled around a barrel fire trying not to freeze due to the harsh New England weather.
    
He had done jail time at the Bay so they call it for his drug problem and destructive ways. Between drug rehab and psych hospitals he's gone to do many that he had lost count. He never took those meds never even got them filled down the street at the local cvs.

     The needle and the crack pipe is all he needed oh and the ocassional pill. Covering his pain up with the drugs he wasn't even thirty and saw and lived a life that most hadn't and had seen things no one should ever have to see...  He had enough one day he woke up and the angel on his shoulder said you need to call family you need the help. So he did he grabbed his backpack said his goodbyes to the ones he knew. Maybe this is the right thing I'm doing he thought his loved ones came from a state away on his way to a new life never even bothered to look back at his once beloved city...