YESTERDAY
Robbie, roaddawgz.org, Jul 21, 2003
When I woke up I went to the 6:00 liquor store (Breakfast Club). Like every morning, all the crack smokers were still in my path.

THE ARTIST IN ME
Stefan, roaddawgz.org, Jul 16, 2003
So there I was right? This big sad punk rocker girl's consuming half of the bed I used to sleep next to the beautiful young platonic love interest I have recently fallen into. Because we were squatting, it was difficult to tell her to piss off like usual.

PLACES I HAVE CRIED
Miss Annie, roaddawgz.org, Jun 23, 2003
Although I generally keep to myself, I do have friends. Wanderers like me, mostly, trampoosing the country in autonomous, nomadic tribes. I�m sure I am over-romanticizing it, because life is hard for restless spirits, but there is little in my life more wonderful than arriving in a new city and running into an old friend, a dirty-necked, barefoot gypsy punk like me, someone with whom to swap stories and raid dumpsters and make music and explore before heading off again alone into the Great Unknown.

THE ONE-EYED KITTEN OF N.Y. CITY
Corinna, roaddawgz.org, Jun 06, 2003
The humdrum of their ferocious velocity. Their fast-paced hysteria, a quickening above my brain. Speeding, speeding, faster and faster as time often does when you realize that you're running out of it.

ROSE
Subvert Juan, roaddawgz.org, May 13, 2003
I have no idea who I am. I just want to make that clear before things go any further. I did. Did I? Maybe, I don�t even know if I ever have. My thoughts seem to flow from the word factory in my head straight through the pen to the paper as per the usual.

ON FRIENDSHIP
Prescott Scardino, roaddawgz.org, May 07, 2003
So, before I was even officially a homeless kid, I was a street kid by any means. I couldn�t be myself in a school popularity contest, or at home with my mother and brother breathing down my