You're walking the streets of East Tulsa. You sigh, the weather encapsulating your vision. It's snowy, a white day and you pull out your umbrella to shield you from the falling snow. Just as you're pulling out your umbrella you see him. A scrawny boy, bruises and a scar on his cheek. He has big round brown puppy eyes that look like saucers for pupils. He has no umbrella or coat from the snow of any kind, he just sits on the curb, taking long drags of his cigarette.