Meet Homer, a War Veteran and Homeless Vagrant. He is about to discover, changes in class, status, and style. Some men, are gifted with lucky numbers, Homer is one of them. Let us follow him, observe and watch.
EXT. ALLEY - MORNING
This is a filthy street on the "forgotten" side of Cambridge, Massachusetts. There are a number of back doors to businesses with the names stenciled on them. There are a few old boxes and pieces of garbage littering the alley. A shaggy-haired, bearded man in raggedy clothes, rises from a pile of garbage adjacent to a stonewall, clearly just waking up. He shambles off down the street.
He wanders down the alley until he reaches a cross street. A car drives by and a RUDE MAN leans out the passenger window.
RUDE MAN
How about you get a job and take a bath, chief?
Laughter disappears with the car as it goes around a corner. HOMER does not look up throughout the exchange. He keeps walking. He walks by a trash can and picks up a newspaper and finds an odd antique box laying on the ground. He opens the box and finds charcoal in it, he takes one out and writes a sign on the ground, saying, "Hungry and thirsty for dreams. Any help appreciated! Thank you!" and He sits beside a wall near a street corner and sets up the box while he reads the paper.
A YOUNG BOY walks by and sees HOMER sitting against the wall.
YOUNG BOY
Seriously? You want people to give you money for just sitting and reading the paper? C'mon, hobo! Everyone's literate these days. Learn to play an instrument, for gods 'sake!
HOMER ignores him. The young boy walks away, pausing to kick over the box. HOMER doesn't look up from the paper, but straightens the box.
TIME PASSES
A YOUNG WOMAN passes by and throws some coins in HOMER's box. He nods a "Thank You" in her direction. HOMER is reading the movie section and sees a listing for a Renoir film festival. He rises slowly, pocketing the coins from the box and tucking the newspaper in his back pocket and carrying the box of charcoal.
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