Once he had a loving family. Debts, excessive drinking and divorce pulled him into a solitary existence.
He fumbled in his pocket for the expired transit ticket he had found. It could take him to the shopping centre but someone could recognize him.
For blocks he shuffled. Past billboards illuminating unaffordable items. Past stores he never stepped into.
He reached the tavern where he almost killed someone in a brawl. An individual emerged from the shadows.
“Fred, is that you? Want to make extra dough?”