[Mirror Gardens]

The scent of food roused the slumbering man from his sleep. With a groan a large grimy form rolled out from a nest of garbage bags with all the grace of a drunken bear. After lying on the cold pavement for a moment, Tasunke finally sat up and yawned before getting to his feet. He wore a tattered old trench coat that smelled of gasoline and dirt, had hair that was far from being clean and the grizzly looking beard made the young man look about three times his own age. Staggering over to the small table, he plopped down on the unoccupied chair and pawed through the feast on the table. After a minute he finally settled on two turkey clubs, three cold cups of soup and a pickle. Starting with the soup he downed two of the servings before belching loudly and then grunting in the general direction of the boy with the iPad as a thank you, then proceeded to move onto the sandwiches.