It feels weird being on top of the world one day, in jail the next, then giving up hope and becoming a hobo. I guess I've seen it coming for a long time, but after years of narrow escapes with the police I thought I'd become invincible. I'd been tempted to just suck it up, go back home and get married, but upon arriving realized why I left in the first place. At least they left me with enough money to travel as far as I possibly could from them. I tried to get a job, any job, but no one would trust a thief. So then I was left with two choices: Return to a world of crime Or Beg on the streets. Going to jail the first time around was st