To walk down the silent street with nobody there, to feel the mist on his face as he peers in different direction, to wish that his loved ones were alive and with him, now alone in the world with no one to love, no one to care for, a poor, helpless man by himself. This man is now walking aimlessly in all different directions, not knowing where he is going or where he will even sleep tonight, to a man with no one in the world is like being shot and stranded to die, to not be able to go home to a family, this man, beard now long, eyes now blood shot, clothing now tattered, eats the little crumbs he found from a dumpster.