A homeless guy in a glamorous city

Day 1

I was a 20 year old homeless guy living in Hollywood, you probably would ask me what I was doing here in the street, let me start over from the very beginning.

My family was originally from Tijuana Mexico, usually associated with drugs and criminals. Thousands of Mexican smugglers passed through the mexican-american border to the neighboring city of San Diego. They just wanted to get some money, in an illegal way of course. When I was 3 years old, a disaster happened to my dear family. The Mexican government decided to destroy the slum we were living in to construct new apartment and our little hut was completely ruined. Thousands of people living there were escorted and it was a jam at the border. We were heading for San Diego searching for a new and better life. The only way we would survive was selling our drugs and hopefully we made it all the way to the US. We lived in San Diego in 5 years and made a huge profit of the drugs sold. But one day something terrible happened, my parents were caught and I was just 5 years, the only way surviving was heading for Los Angeles and Hollywood searching for a glamorous lifestyle as a movie star, I always liked Hollywood movies and this was the opportunity to obtain my dream job, an actor. At the same time I also left my brother, because he didn’t want to live in Hollywood he headed for Las Vegas and since then, I haven't seen my family.

The life in Hollywood wasn’t what it was supposed to be. My lifestyle wasn’t glamorous or “movie star-like”. I was suffering a hard life, nobody wanted hiring me as an actor, i was so "dirty" and "messy". The years flew away, from my childhood to my adolescence and the life of an adult, but my lifestyle was maintaining.

I was going to Sunset boulevard in Beverly hills, after a day of selling 50 dollars’ worth of drugs I hopefully could meat my gang/friends and girlfriend. Immediately I saw something familiar, a poster with two people, a man and a woman. It was my dear parents.

Notice!

Two people, a man and a woman have escaped from Richard J. Donovan correctional facility SD.

The last time they have appeared in public someone reported they are somewhere in the LA area.

If you could see them, please call 661-6500!

-What the heck! I screamed, my parents were in LA, now I could meet them!

Suddenly Mike came and talked to me

-Hey nigga, what ya doing here? Why don’t you come with us?

- Please, dude! Don’t disturb me. I’m looking at something important.

-What ya staring at?

-My parents escaped from the prison in SD and they probably are somewhere in LA

- Oh, shit, please follow me. Gang’s waiting for ya!

After a few hours of hanging I started going to my girlfriend

We couldn’t survive living like this, selling drugs and having prostitute girlfriend. This wasn’t sustainable for us. I didn't even fit as a criminal, I was not a real gangster, I was a normal “ non-criminal” guy.

It became darker and darker, after a long walk from Beverly Hills I hopefully arrived in Santa Monica Boulevard in Hollywood and my girlfriends little crib. I got a shock, my girlfriend wasn’t there! How could this even happen?

On the shaky floor I saw two little letter, could it be something special? I took the first piece of paper and fold it up. It was from her.

Hello darling!

I really apologize what happened and I imagine you wouldn’t be any kind of happy. I’m in the prison, for selling sex and prostitution, if you want to contact me ring……..92

PS, I met your father, we had a discussion and he also wrote a note to you!

XOXO

At the same time I also fold up the second letter.

My dear son, it’s your father!

Now I want to tell you some things, for of all me and your mother escaped from the prison in SD and we are searching for you. Are you really in LA and do you really have a girlfriend? We are so proud of you.

It’s been so long time since we met and could our dear son please have a chance meeting his parents? We’re waiting for you.

PS, contact your brother if possible and……………

Something was strange here, even if they contacted me, the phone numbers was wiped out, so what could the reason actually be?

Day 2

I couldn’t resist anymore, my life is a disaster! I regret all of my stupid decisions in my abominable life, I somehow felt kind of guilty. The larder opened and dozens Meth pills spotted in my divine eyes. I took a little pill and soon it felt like all the regrets, all the inferior replaced a little trace of prosperity, mercy and jollity. I had a voyage out of the confounded world and traveled to my perfect place.

A couple of years later

I couldn’t believe it, this was impossible. From being an impoverished and homeless kid I was now a famous actor, my dream was a verity. My criminal career was wholly absent, I was not selling drugs, I was not doing drugs and my girlfriend wasn’t a prostitute anymore, we where movie actors in Hollywood, we bought a big villa in Beverly Hills and soon my GF (wife) was giving birth to a child.

The leap between my early and later life was staggering, I couldn’t imagine it, it was too prodigious!