There's a homeless guy that hangs out across from my office window most afternoons/evenings. He seems like a sweet and quiet yet troubled and non-verbal guy. He'll often wait outside P. Terry's waving at people hoping they'll give him some leftovers or a $3 burger.

Right now he's yelling like he'll sometimes do. It's a deep full-belly yell. He'll do it over and over without any self-consciousness. It sounds so cathartic.