Shortness is my worst habit. I've been losing money for a long time because of it.
But because of that shortness, I can also say that I am now. It caught my old man's attention, and the old man led me to a place called Backstreet, because I was in a fight.
If I had gone to school normally, I would have lived a homeless life at the age of whether I was going to be a junior high school student or not, what I was doing.
I don't even know what I was thinking and doing that now. Maybe that's because of the short temper, too.
Well, that's crazy. The action that the guy who raised me died, couldn't stand that pity, and threw everything away. Yeah, it totally doesn't make sense. It makes too little sense to tell as a joke.
What image boils down to a child who lives by fishing for garbage? Well, I don't care what they think, but honestly, I didn't even think that life was that bad. It was more like fun. I had the feeling that I was living on my own. Because I don't want to live that life again.
There was just something nasty going on. As hungry as it sounds - both Zhongfang's defects have been blinded.
Every time I got involved, I did everything I could, but I was outnumbered. Always end up with me falling on the street.
Here, for example, I guess if I changed my place, the problem would have been solved, but I couldn't help it. I couldn't do it personally. I know for myself that this kind of personality is really a loss.
"Think some more and fight."
It was the old man who was watching me like that.
"Can't we win because of the number of opponents? I'm not. Your way of fighting is bad. If you're losing by number, use your head to deal with it. You know what the word" deal "means? Well, think anyway. Just put blood on your head and go from the front, and you're going to lose."
Old man speaking with a nagging laugh.
It's an extra favor, I'll do it my way - although I thought about it then. The old man's words have been caught in my heart ever since.
I live like this in a place like this now because I was left to my emotional momentum to think about it. I was wondering if I should think about it and reward them with one arrow rather than getting them bummed out again without thinking about it.
The next time I got involved, I decided to try a play.
The day it rains light. Me standing up, being spilled, and falling, as usual.
"What's wrong with him? He's going to fall for a long time."
"You're malnourished, aren't you? Somebody flinch the shit out of him."
"Wow, what are you talking about, this guy? Don't pull a scallop or something."
Both shitty hungry ghosts who turn their backs on me falling and leave while I'm bickering. When I stood up unnoticed, I jumped from behind them all at once.
"Oops!?
Make a firm decision on the chalk sleeper from behind, absolutely loosen your hands until they pee, and lock it tightly.
"Wow, this guy was still alive!?
"Whoa, let go of me."
The other guys beat me, grabbed me, managed to let me go, but I didn't let go of all the power I had on my arm.
"If you don't, you'll die! I already know, so tell me to let go!
Desperation mixes with the voice of the guy trying to untie my hand. You're going to die. Nothing. We're going to kill you from the start.
I thought it was cowardly of the boulder not to use the product, but now that I think about it, the target was multiple, and I didn't have a problem stabbing him with the murder weapon from the beginning.
By the time I let go of my hand, he wasn't moving. I didn't check, but maybe he's dead. I didn't feel guilty. Of course. Killing the guy who used me as a toy for fun can't even bring his guilt to a boil.
The others fled scared. What a pitiful bunch of people, but this is also as calculated.
The sound of a dry applause sounding abruptly.
"Well done, well done."
An old man who was watching the thing somewhere is laughing and applauding slightly.
"Forty-five dots. Results Aurai, but you're too defenseless that way. If the other guy takes out a knife or a gun, that's it, right? Now, twist your head a little bit more."
I sigh on the next word.
"What's next?
"As long as you're alive. As long as you live, enemies appear. Those who do harm to themselves, those who do harm to their loved ones, all continue to emerge, and need the strength and wisdom to retreat from it."
I wish I had taken this old man's words more sincerely at this time and acquired strength at an early stage, and I would have sincerely regretted it afterwards. Because he was shrugging his strength, he couldn't protect one woman he loved, and he became a corpse in the back alley and framed him for rolling.
"That's right, you, if you don't have a home to live in, you can pick it up in our office. If you're dead at the end of your street life, you're on your own. If that's what you like. But I'd offer you a little more interesting life."
That's what the old man says and gives me an umbrella.
That's where I didn't rebel. I looked my old man in the eye and couldn't rebel.
It's not like I wanted you to save me. Even if it's evil in my mouth, my eyes are terribly tender. I felt like it was such a bad thing to let a dirty homeless hungry ghost or something without the kindness to reach out to me, I couldn't resist.
Me in the umbrella and walking with you.
"What office?
Me asking concerned for the first time.
"It's a backstreet organization. I do illegal drug trafficking. Even when it comes to illegal drugs, the police are silent because they see that they are safer than bad legal drugs."
The old man said, "I've eaten a boulder." What about being picked up by such an organization? Learn some resistance.
"At first, it's the bottom line, it's a choreographer, and I'll preach a lot. Especially if you think I'm a preacher."
Says the old man with a nasty smile.
"You hate sermons."
The guy who raised me was all preaching, too. I don't hate sermons. It's going to remind me of the sadness of losing him, and I hate that.
"I hate you, too. Both do and do. I'm talking about how it was when fucking jizzy and fucking baba started preaching about the young people these days, but they were kids. You had booze, cigarettes, sex, pregnancy, abortion, drugs. Since that's getting old, I don't know, a sermon or something. But, you know, at my age, I want to preach a lot, and I'm in a position to have to. It can be painful."
The old man's story was very interesting. And it was funny. No, the impression I get most is freshness. I was surprised to see what it was like to have such an adult.
"Isn't it strange that the residents of the back street preach or something?
I'll try to hit what I think straight. Me.
"You know bad things, so you can scold me? Conversely, I don't know anything bad about a good boy who behaved well as a kid, so I guess I'll never understand how a bad kid feels about a guy like that. Spitting the same words would weigh differently"
In the words returned then, there are words that have remained in my mind ever since.
Bad guys know how bad guys feel. I mean, I can make the same type of person understand the same feeling.
It's very obvious, but it's still in my mind, as it's very important.
That's not all we're talking about. Even after that, there was a lot to learn from the old man. I think somewhere in my mind, I took the place of a teacher, I was dependent.