Marv’s stomach rumbled as he looked over the diner menu. He couldn’t afford anything, even if there were specials. Sighing, he closed the menu and focused on his coffee, finding some comfort in its affordability. He watched the rain outside, reflecting on his fortunate circumstances: a makeshift apartment, a car, and an occasional place to stay with a friend. He felt grateful, but still wished for a more stable life. He noticed some people nearby snickering at him, but his mask and face paint helped him feel more confident and ignore them. He stared out the window, lost in thought.