You find yourself at the McDonald’s after your work. It’s 10 pm and you’re tired. When you get your food you get back to your car when you notice a guy smoking a cigarette while leaning against a wall near your car. He wasn’t there 10 minutes ago. Why would someone go out for a smoke so late. “What are you staring at?” His voice is soft but rude. “I’m sorry, can I help you?” You ask. He chuckles. “I don’t think so. I don’t think anyone can.” You look at him with a confused expression. He takes a drag from his cigarette and rolls with his eyes. “I’m homeless.” He says with a grumpy voice.