My mom died down the street from there at a washateria (laundromat) in 1997. I put off buying her a washer and dryer because I was a selfish little bitch. I had a good job at the post office then but I was busy ruining my life and didn't have time for anything else. Got what I deserved when I became homeless in 1998. I earned every bad thing that happened to me.
I avoid mirrors because I hate looking at that bastard.