average day

You hand the tramp the candy bar, which he eyes suspiciously. Eventually, he gratefully snatches it from your reluctant grasp, nods his head and appreciation, then ravenously tears at the paper, to stuff the delicious chocolate into his dirty, pungent mouth. You leave, empty handed.

Walking away from your lost hope, you look back, to see the once abandoned, and dying bum..For once happy with his life...Oh wait..Nope..He's dead alright.