From The Most Unlikely Of Places...

The couple walked up to the man they spotted from a block away. Just as they expected, he turned out. Scruffled beard, raspy voice, a face that told of more life than they ever had hoped to live. "How are you doing?" the lady asked, a bit timid and ashamed as she tried to forget about how she had cursed the cold only a few seconds ago from inside the world of her warm jacket. The smell of a stale cigarette on the tip of his breath, he responded with a matter-of-fact demeaner as to place himself on level with the strange aliens that stood before him. "Can't complain. Never helps anything, anyway." And with that, the two were off to meet the next indulgence in their path. Though the man had not even returned to his corner of meager belongings to lay his head for the night before the encounter had floated from his mind, that fateful meeting would forever resonate in the conscience of the young lady. Wisdom and truth are not as picky of their owners as we are our outcasts, so it seems.