It reflects the quiet poigniance and dignity that this truly lonely and sensitive individual cries out for in a cesspool littered with unfeeling, uncaring scum for which the only joy in life is coming up with jokes about F-list porn whores prostituting themselves for meth and a box of "Wheatie-O's" from the local Food Lion so as to shut up one of the seven brats screaming in hunger while they get a Cleveland Steamroller in their bedroom from a guy who looks like the 2nd Darryl brother on "Newhart" for 37 dollars and a case of Dr. Pibb.