"You were part of a gang?"
He nodded "Yes. I didn't have a choice. When you said I looked like a thug, I wasn't really offended because deep down I know what I had to do to survive. The first time my grandfather and I ran out of food, we were hungry, bitterly hungry. Then after a couple of days the hunger went away, we felt weak, we still wanted food, but the hunger pangs weren't there. Then as our personal fat stores were exhausted the hunger returned with vengeance. It was the most terrible pain, constant, grinding, something you don't ever want to experience. My grandfather and I had absolutely nothing, and I had to go three months without food in my stomach just to keep my dying grandfather alive."
"Three months?!" That was bizarre. Jessica went a week without eating, and it made her terribly weak, but she met someone that had to go three months without a single thing in his mouth.
