Vagrant Under Lane

"Seven in the morning. That’s what the church clock is telling me with the two blue lip-sticked lips protruding above the six and underneath the one. The clock tower mouths to me, Seven. Seven in the morning, you worthless vagrant."

Today is a special day for one lonely vagrant: it is his sister's birthday. Such a shame that he has no money and only a few slices of lunch meat to his name. Otherwise, he could afford for her a gift...

Follow this Vagrant and his only friend, a rude shopping cart, as they traverse the streets of Columbus in search of cans, work, and smiles.