You get drafted but fuck that you run. You are starving. Living out of dumpsters and handouts you beg for. You finally get a job at the circus. You have a sleeping bag for a bed and one square meal a day. Thats the deal. You travel with the Blomoberi circus for four months. But you catch some nasty disease from cleaning up the baboon cages and getting bite. You get a fever that puts you into a delirium. The circus abandons you early one morning, moving on while you toss and turn and mumble in your sickness. You die a day and a half later in the cold prairie wind.
The End