He wished he had a way like a guidebook to figure out all what things that hurt him. Like the plants that make you itch, those you shouldn't use to wipe.  There could be a good invention in this, he thought if there was a way to block out pain from one area of your life you could deal with the others he thought. He studied it for a long time, playing around in his hands like a die. He tried to walk with it, shifting his weight to the outside of foot for as long as possible until even that hurt. But that didn't solve it a constant weight. 

He got up that morning and headed to work, like normal, but today he had to wear his hat. He didn't like wearing his hat in the car. It was enough to just have his uniform on. People looked and said things. Not that he could hear them, he just knew they were saying things. Like people came in all the time, saying things to their kids, 'you have to work hard so you don't end up like that'. Like that he thought, he didn't get that, he was doing fine. He inhales, breathing smoke out the window.