And I thought my life sucked...(JP's story)
Last October, I saw this kid at my job with these huge gauges in his ears.
Severely down on his luck 20something.
Kid got robbed while visiting down here for a tattooing gig, his luck gets worse when he gets stranded down here damn near pennyless and on a low tank-a gas (he lived out of the city).
Now, I tried to help him...tried to be a little bit-a moral support and even offered that he crashes with me until he gets back on his own.
He refused.
I understood.
Didn't hear from him for quite some time.
Out of boredom, I called him up a few days ago and it turns out that his bad luck got worse, he's now homeless in this city where he has no friends or family (here) and without a vehicle so he can't go too far to find a job (and it's a freakin' Louisiana summer...it's hawt in the winter down here).
I feel really bad and I can't help but get mad at the whole situation. From what I can tell, he seems harmless enough...he's young, kinda stupid, artistic and has a future. I just hope the lord smiles on him, no one should be put in a situation like that at his age.
As morbid as it may sounds, things have went from bad to worse for him since October (and before I met him, he was stranded here for a few weeks already) and his best option is to either, join the military or just...kill himself.
I wouldn't say that to anyone if I didn't really care, but this kid has been getting hit with severe misfortune after severe misfortune since October, that's like...eight months of bullshit that I'm sure he didn't deserve. I hope he gets better soon and I really hope he becomes happy before it's too late. But I know that if your life really sucks, like really bad, and almost has no sign of getting better...I'm pretty sure that's just god's way of saying she doesn't want you here. I hope that's not the case, I hope I'm wrong and I hope he gets better...but if he doesn't and he does eventually off himself, I wouldn't blame him.