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Nah man, I don't think I can hurt a fly!

I've never wanted to hurt anyone, you see, I keep to myself. Keep my head down, listen to my mama, if I don't do nothing to them, they won't do nothing to me. That's how the world should work, at least that's how I understand it - you do good things, you become good person, you help good people. That's the cycle of things, but I'm just so confused on how we got... well, here. My parents are hard workers, and they're good people, and I just want to grow up to be like them. 

Someone with their head on their shoulders, y'know? I'm eighteen but I've been working since they'd let me, and my job is about half my life. I dropped out of school to be at Blue Harbors more - it's an incineration facility. During the war, they shut down half of what we had but the facilities never went down. My parents didn't do nothing, just woke up and went to work and took care of their kids, it could'a been worse for sure. 

My dad and I work together now, he's a foreman and I'm still in the pits, sorting and scrapping through trash and taking home whatever looks valuable and small enough to fit in my pockets. Literally, one man's trash and all that, right? Everyone does it, just the smart ones don't get caught. You get caught, you get lashings in the lobby and waste everyone's 15 minute break. Don't be that guy, I was always taught not to half-ass anything. 

It's hard to pawn anything off, nobody has money these days, so I usually take it home and clean off whatever I found and keep it in a trunk in my closet. I'll try every so often to sell it and scrape up some extra money, but you don't want to look too suspicious. Showing up to the same shops with bronze rings and antiques, once they know your name you've gotta be smart about it. 

I do it because I gotta, man. 

The war's ended but things aren't better yet, that's the problem. Feels like the world's just one deep breath from falling to shambles, and I'm just in the middle of it making sure I can survive the fall out. I've got three brothers too, two of them work at Blue Harbors and the third is too young to yet. Sometimes I feel like I've got to push myself so they know they can too, that we ain't lazy just because we're bigger. 

People think something different about bigger folks, especially when some people can't put food on the table. It makes me feel guilty in my weight, like I didn't do something right to deserve it. They think I'm greedy, while also thinking I don't do shit - well, I do! I can do my job and their's, might sweat my ass off doing it but it'll get done, damn it. 

Let me tell you something else, my girlfriend's crazy about me. I don't know why, I don't know what I did to get her because she's the type of girl that makes all the guys nervous to their knees when she's around. Her name's Demetria and when I got money, I buy her flowers and those hoop earrings she likes and those matching pajamas that she goes crazy for when I spend the night. I'm down bad for her, but I wouldn't change a thing. 

I guess what I'm trying to say is: big boys just do it better!