His shoes were too big and flopped like slippers on his sockless feet. If he ever wore a shirt, he liked to wear his favorite (and only) t-shirt with a life-sized portrait of a Labrador Retriever printed in full color on both sides of the wrinkled fabric. He smoked cheap cigarettes through chapped lips, spoke with a tired raspy voice and remained happy every moment of his life. Everything he owned he had acquired from strangers' caring hands, or else from the empty night time streets. Every morning he smiled before he opened his eyes to the day.