He strolls through the neighbourhood where he grew up.
Nothing much changes in this part of the town. Despite the chilly wind of the evening, he pauses and looks across the street at his old school. He takes a deep breath as he thinks about how lucky he is to have a loving wife and two children that make him so proud. He thinks about his business ventures and how well they have turned out. His accumulation of wealth have given him the freedom to choose his own path through life. He walks on, hands deep in pockets. Only two more blocks to his destination. He is going there because it has been a favourite spot for so many years.
He arrives and settles down by the front door. When the place closes, the clientele are usually generous. His hat lays before him. With this action of placing it, he has to let it all go. Consign it all to that special place where he can call on it when needed. These false memories of who he is, have so often enabled him to carry on; they fortify him.
Now, back in the real world… he waits.