Kevin reaches into his pockets, digging for change as he does, counting out his money.  Maybe he'd have enough for a slice of pie to go with his coffee today...<br/><br/>"Twenty...thirty...thirty five...damn...still short..."<br/><br/>That pie would have to wait for another day.  His stomach grumbled loudly as he thought about food.  The only blessing to come out of his newfound street life is that he finally lost that extra weight his doctor had been bothering him about for the past three years.  Kevin smiles at the irony of it all.  What a messed up world.  He pockets the extra change, just a coffee for today.  He would have to wait for noon to get a sandwich from the local church.  It wasn't much, but at least it was food.  Ah, here he was, the back door to the diner.  He walks just past it the back door and up the narrow alleyway to the main street.  Poking his head out he looks towards the door to the diner.<br/><br/>He felt so guilty going into the Diner, because the friendly women who ran it kept a nice and clean establishment, and he certainly looked out of place.  He could imagine it cost them some business, fine upstanding citizens seeing a bum walking in the front door, stinking up the place.  That's why he waited now, in the alleyway, checking too make sure there weren't any better folk using the door so he could slink in without disturbing them.  No one around right now, so off he goes, quickly walking towards the door, grabbing hold of it, and heading inside.<br/><br/>The smell hits him first, fresh coffee...eggs, bacon...homefries.  Mmm...he was in heaven, although the way his stomach gurgled again Kevin thought to himself that maybe this was actually hell, surrounded by all this temptation.  He walks, head down, and finds his regular spot, at the counter, on the far end in the corner.  Where he would be out of the way.  He sits down, and puts his backpack on the floor beside him.