A bit of a pioneer from what I can tell. He tried to build some super farm but the banks pulled the funding before he could finish it. It’s still standing there, another relic, he left it after the funding fell through and then, like a lot of entrepreneurs, poured everything he had into the project trying to rescue it. After that it seems that drink took a firm hold on him and here he is now.

Chuck’s sleeping bag, ruffles in the wind and the cardboard sheet under him was soaked on one side from last night’s rain. His forehead, the only part exposed to view, was red and sore looking from the biting wind.

People walked by mostly oblivious to his existence, or partially aware but trying to avoid staring. An odd passer-by donating a few