Lawton's Conversation In The Homeless

The lamppost casts a soft spotlight effect on the bus stop bench where Freddie sits in deep thought. He looks at the place he will call home for the night with a mystified stare. Even though it is a different bench, he has put himself in this position, sleeping on benches for the last five years. Battling his conscience, he questions,
“Why am I sleeping in the streets any damn-way,” weighing the pros and cons of his dilemma for twenty minutes. A serious conversation with one’s self may sound unusual, yet, ever since his mental collapse, these conversations, in fact, these behaviors, are all part of his prescribed therapy and deemed by the medical field as rehabilitation. The homeless hobo pays no attention to time as it passes,
“So I failed at

But Lawton is insistent and demands that the professor answers his question.
“Professor, I’m sorry, did you hear my question; it is effortless, do you cheat on your wife, it’s a simple yes or no.” upset with the nature of the probe Boniface recognizes Lawton will not rest until he has an answer. Despite the uncomfortable feeling of the inquiry, he responds. “No, doctor, I don’t.”
A loud siren blares through the room, startling the Professor. The noise is echoing like a convoy of ambulances rushing up Sunset Boulevard in midday Traffic. Turning off the machine to halt the noise, Lawton is laughing hysterically while bent over in his wheelchair, surprised at Boniface, who has to take another glimpse of the elated Lawton, who to him is acting strangely?
“What in the world was that?”
The professor asks not knowing that soon he would wish he never answered the question. Ignoring his inquiry Lawton moves to the unopened crate. Calmed down from the laughter, he gives his