Chapter Three: Shh...Can't a Wolf Get Some Shut-Eye Around Here?

Being in a theater reminds me of nostalgic times where I used to attend performances with the orphanage. Those were my favorite days. I used to close my eyes and imagine I were a performer, who everybody looked up to and idolized.

The light casting down from the small window revealed the dust and dirt particles that float in the air. My eyes burn from the 3 days of sleep deprivation. The faint sounds of something so subtle echo through the emptiness of this cave. The pattering of the rain against the top of this building displayed the thinness of the walls and the overall fragility of the building.

I slept uneasily and found myself continuously awaking to more rain and the sharp sounds of thunder. After regaining some alertness and strength I soon made my way over to the Watershed Heights Building. They always say you get wet faster when you run... My clothes are drenched and my hat does nothing more than freeze my head off. The building's AC makes the wetness on my body chill. I find that I have to relieve myself in the nearby restroom I am startled by some sort of cry through this building, it echoes over all the other sounds. A cry so loud it forces me reflect over lost times of agony. Those days have come to an end.

Chapter Two: Smells Like a Wet Dog to Me...

This cold and heavy rain is seemingly endless, and these fumes that linger on the street are starting to make me a bit nauseous. A rain jacket could come in handy at this point, my coat of "fur" only absorbs so much... hahaha. You have to make light of all the situations.

"Pardon me Sir, can I stand under your umberella? ...No?  But I'm guessing you wouldn't leave your pets outside too when the weather is bad? Oh, I see." A simple misjudgement on my part. I was under the impression you had the conscience of a nice fellow!

I'm not going to be consumed my the misguided actions of others. I can only excuse the way I act. Although thought to be inferior, I consider myself the superior to those who stoop to low-grounds and forget to understand the meaning of life.

But perhaps I'm not the only considered misfit of this society...early this day I saw a man butt-naked in public. Quite the sight! I'm not into other men or anything, but I crave seeing somebody in the same extreme of odd. I shouted at the man "THANK GOD FOR PEOPLE LIKE YOU!" I don't quite know if he heard or saw me because I had scurried off in a split of a second. Maybe he would understand where I'm coming from.

The rain ceased to end but I made good time to relocate myself to the near broken down theater. At least here I could get some rest. Some peace and quiet...

Chapter One: The Odd Man

The others that face me. They are different. These strangers don't exchange smiles, they only look and scowl or show pity. Living in a prejudice world where people can't interact with the unusual, the abnormal.. People claim to be okay with associating themselves with the odd and will fight to say they are not discriminators in a discriminating world...  The doctors and scientists call it "atavism." The reappearance in an individual of a trait after several generations of absence. In my case this trait consumes my face, and the entire ensemble of my body. Uncontrollable hair. As for my history, well, it is all vague. I do not have somebody to lean on, no family or distant relatives. Nope, never knew my dad, he went missing before I was born. My mother passed during child birth. Haha, yeah died from shock I can only assume. The effects of my so called "condition" remained present even through childhood. As an orphan, the kids poked fun at me frequently. Dogboy! Wolf man! Bear face! Living as the constant inferior, never given a fair chance among my peers. Perhaps I was born this way for a reason. God chose to make me this way for a reason... You can't make close friends looking the way I am. Even the nice ones don't last. Maybe I've been liked, but god knows I've never been loved.

The sunlight and I are not friends. The fiery rays of the sun reveal the true colors of my peers. Of course,  appearing in public is not exactly my favorite option, I've countless gone days with little to eat but it doesn't give me doubt that I will soon someday escape the life of poverty and become successful.Yes.  Hunger can become an issue, but if you don't make do with what you're given you will never find happiness.