The great writer Gascoigne

To live is to seek new knowledge. - Mendeleev Yesterday is only today's memory, tomorrow is today's dream. - Kipling What can I say? This life motto does not suit me. In contrast, I agree more with the sentence - "life is a pile of s**t" Ha ha…… This is the personal experience of the people, isn't it? The story starts a week ago A week ago, I was a poor, penniless kid, well...that's no exaggeration, because I used the last 2 bucks in my pocket to buy a hot dog. While eating the hot dog in my hand, I lamented the injustice of this world. With my talent, although I cannot become a once-in-a-century genius like Shakespeare, Dickens, and Mark Twain. But at least he can become a literary master like Hemingway and Fitzgerald. Before I knew it, the hot dog in my hand had disappeared, leaving only my mouth full of ketchup. Now I'm standing on the side of the road like a clown, looking aimlessly at the cars coming and going, people don't want to walk by me, like I'm a homeless stray dog ​​begging for someone else's alms. I touched my waist, a pile of crumpled paper was caught between my trousers, I took it out and pulled off the rubber band, every word on it was my painstaking creation, but in many publishing houses In the eyes of the editor, this is just a pile of waste paper. I didn't intend to think too much, just kept walking until I got tired and sat down in a corner of the street, at this time, I noticed that there was a homeless two meters away from me. Lying on the ground sleeping. I laughed at myself: "I never imagined that I would be reduced to being a neighbor with a homeless person." But I thought about it again: "Actually, there's nothing wrong with this, at least it reflects my personal social value, hahaha, isn't it?" In fact, to a certain extent, being a homeless is a comfortable profession, isn't it? Then I leaned against the wall and didn't want to think about anything anymore, so, before I knew it, I fell asleep too... I do not know how long it has been When I woke up, I found myself weak and dizzy. I stood up tremblingly touching the wall, letting out a few cool breaths. When I saw the scene around me completely, I was immediately dumbfounded. Where the f**k is this? My first reaction was that I was dreaming and everything would go back to normal as soon as I closed my eyes and opened them, and I did that only to find that I was lying to myself. Where the f**k is this? My second reaction was that I might have been kidn*pped, but it was wrong because look around here! The sky has become bluer, but the streets are dirtier. The pedestrians on the road all have hairstyles of the last century and wear clothes that are very outdated in my opinion. Several cars drove by not far away, I almost I didn't recognize it, it was a few T-cars! All in all! There was panic in my eyes, and a big man in a white vest sat down beside me...