things got really bad after a while. jason was drinking more and more and for some reason, the streets just felt colder. it's not like we were lacking for companions, the streets of the city were full of people just like us, no good throw aways that nobody cared about or wanted. i mean, here i was a high school graduate living out of a shopping cart and a box. i had to get out of there fast, so i talked to my teacher and he offered me to stay at the dojo. not exactly the hilton, but it worked. i was off the streets and dry. jason was offered a place with me, but he was so drunk all the time that he didn't care. he said the streets were warmer and that i was fooling myself. we fought alot, i thought i owed him something. my training was going really well and my instructor had actually gotten me a job teaching children. the pay was enough to get myself some nice clothes and food. but still jason didn't want any part of it. the winter was hard that year, very hard. a lot of people out on the streets died. jason was almost one of them. i went to go see him one day and i found him half frozen and drunk off his rock. i helped some friends of our get him to a hospital and i stayed with him the entire night. the entire night i watched him as he slept, wondering how he could have slipped so deep and why i wasn't able to help him any more than i had. he finally woke up the next afternoon and looke around the room in a panic. jason had always hated hospitals and he was furious with me for bringing him here.
