My New Commute - Character 1

The homeless man may appear on any corner or be sitting in the bus shelter. He has two shopping carts filled with cardboard boxes. He migrates from spot to spot and pushes a considerable set of possessions with him. One day he sat on a wall in the sunshine tearing up paper. (I wondered if it was any less constructive than all the meaningless paper I produce during the day.) One day he pulled out an apple, visibly old and unappetizing. Aged, with graying hair, he is stocky, dressed in worn clothing. He talks to himself, and I can't help hearing... " a fucking shot gun in your asshole..." spoken to no one in particular. He is angry and lives in his own street corne world.