[ WP ] You 're the main character of a story struggling to adapt to the writer 's poor English skills and plot holes .

All I can remember is a flash of red hair. The streets can be grim, light cut off by the encroaching concrete, the smell of shit, piss, garbage, undeniably human. But sometimes, light appears. 
 
 I was in my usual spot. The intersection was busy, good money to be had. As grim as my surroundings were, all I could see was the inside of a bear face, a couple holes around the eyes with a screen serving as my limited window to the outside world. It was cold outside, the kind of cold that cuts you to the bone, but I did n't feel it in the nice fluffy bear suit I suddenly found myself in. When did I get a bear suit? I'm a panhandler not a mascot. This is a nice suit, long shiny brown fur. Detailed paw pads with claws. A cute little tail. What the hell am I advertising? How is this making me money again? 
 
 My dog barked which caught my attention. Especially since I do n't have a dog. How does this dog serve the narrative? Is he supposed to get the red head's attention or something? Why have I shifted tense and perspective. 
 
 I was walking down the street sipping on my blended coffee drink with four shots of espresso. Ca n't get through the day without it. Wait wait wait, why am I in winterwear? I thought I was in a bear suit on the street corner. Holy shit I'm a woman now. There's a puddle over there. I wonder if I will see my reflection. Red hair. I guess this is the author's attempt to shift POV but there is no transition here. There's the bear across the street. What? 
 
 I knew she liked bears. How did I know this? Because fuck it that's how. Also I'm the bear dude again and acting like I'm recounting past events. I thought this was real time. Also, where the fuck is my dog? 
 
 My dog starting barking at the man in the bear suit. Wait, I'm the red haired woman. Except my hair is now brown. And I'm walking a Labrador. I thought I was drinking coffee. 
 
 I got up from the desk to stretch my legs. Writing is hard and I was sick of sitting down in my cramped apartment. Wait, I'm writing things from my own perspective. I do n't know whats happening. Maybe I should not have taken that adderall. Was it adderall? I thought I was smoking weed. I ca n't even get my own life details straight. 
 
 Harg a blarghit fnargstein. Uh oh, I not get enough sleep. Go to slep on table. Nice table, good table. Dog barking. Teddy bear in corner. Red head princess doll sit on desk. My wife lok angry. I suppose to walk dog. Oops.
