[Tony is standing next to his milk crates near the regular cafe; he’s using a blunt utility knife to cut two sections from a tube of heavy foam rubber]
TONY
“I’m tired of freezing my hands on my handle bars so I’m putting foam on them. I gotta see my diabetic friend [unlocks his bike].”
PHILIP
“Tell me about him.”
TONY
“Well, I know the guy for maybe 22 years. Actually, I met him in jail. He’s a black guy. He straightened up and then he got sick. So I go see him to be sure he takes his medicine and just to look in on him too. He’s old now, late 70s I figure.
“And I gotta get some breakfast.”
[An hour passes while Tony gets his breakfast and visits his diabetic friend.]
TONY
“He’s OK. Wants me to got out with him this afternoon but I don’t know what I’m doing then.”
PHILIP
“What does he want to do this afternoon?”
TONY
“Probably he wants to go girl hunting. You should see him, he gets girls no problem. I saw him the other day with a girl for sure 50 years younger than he was. She told him that she liked older men, and that I [Tony] was too young for her. So that made me feel real good.
“Now I’m going for lunch.”
Homeless Man Speaks 
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