Eugene Wilson is a middle aged man, his late 50's, and near the end of his life.  He spends his days roaming the streets for scraps of food, and begging for donations to silence the ever whinning voice crying for a nicotine high.  He spends his nights cold and alone, searching for a place to rest his tired and malnourished body.  He sufers from severe lung cancer that is only days from taking his life, and he hasn't the slightest idea.  Thoughts are always filling his brain, but he has no one to share them with, and so they lie, poisening his conscience.  people starre when they think he cant see, but whne eye contact is made they cawer and quickly avert like a shy dog.  He sees happiness in other peoples faces, and wonders where he went wrong. He ponders on this sickining thought for so long that he doesnt realize that the sun has sent and the nights chill is setting in. He cant move.  He is paralyzed by the fact that he really doesnt know hwere he went wrong in his life. Was it when he dropped out of high school because his parents were killed? Was it when he ran aeay because he was sexually abused in an orphanage? Oh well, it doesnt matter anyway, for he has been swallowed by darkness, and he will never again see the light.