Expensive bills, poor souls

To think what he is doing is wrong without his side of the story is wrong. It's clear that every breath he inhales is killing him, every morning his down state screams wakey wakey into his ears, so loud the voice he can't ignore because it's going to go right into his stomach and pull, twist and shrink his tubes. He cleaned out every metal looking kind of thing in his back yard now he ought to stay out on the streets with his eyes open, looking for something to steal to keep up with the daily bills. What else could he have done if the need was knocking in his door and he got his mothers' music player to answer with, he got the neighbor's belongings to respond with. How else can he live without his expensive oxygen that even an everage working citizen can't afford, R30 per dose three times a day driven by habit. A visit to his world, a glimpse into a drug(Nyaope) addict's reality who rather not work just to steal to support his expensive habit while he remains more poor, freezing while its hot, you'll find him wearing a big jacket under hot summer sun, no time for bathing. Leaving parents struggling, they don't know where to put their savings because they know they will be gone before the container is closed. Don't think that no one has ever convinced him to quit, he best answers by there is no right or wrong way of enjoying, best described by you can't re-live a moment. I guess that means he got to collect every adrenalin memory given the chance.