Being homeless wasn’t great but I didn’t expect it to be this bad. It all started when my company collapsed, I carried an abundant amount of debts it led me to become a homeless man who was even having a hard time finding shelter. All I had left was a small car that I kept for nostalgia as my first car, I never thought of me using this old car again. I’m glad I made the right choice to move to the centre of the city, much more food waste in the garbage bin than the other places. Yet there’s still some cons of this decision. The worst part of living in the centre was the night, always so noisy, too loud for me to have even one night without being woke up during midnight. It would have been nice if there’s no disgusting couple around my spot at night too. Spending night like this would have made me feel so ill but I’m just too dulled and tired. My job was quite simple, begging on the street, it’s a easy yet exhausting job. Despite all the bad aspects of my life, I still managed to find myself a thing enjoyable, art is a beautiful thing to had and made. Drawing was once my shortcoming, haveing a lot of time to practice drawing enhanced my skill. I usually draw within the the alley no one would enter, I don’t like to be disturbed by others. My artwork is a little bit different from others, it’s made of trash and paint I found in trash cans which made my artwork unpredictable even for me. The life of mine isn’t the best nor the worst but I guess it was bearable. I’m going to continue living like this perhaps until I naturally dies since I am satisfied with my lifestyle now after such a long time.