SYNOPSIS A homeless man, a joe nobody, who's once possessions was life now has nothing and lives on the streets. Down and blue, he takes the usual directionless stroll down in the city. During that time he stumbled a pond an nice black box, what apparently was a familiar instrument of some sort. He spontaneously became attached. Contemplating between his primitive impulse to act and objective reasoning to think. The bum goes with his primitive intuition and takes the saxophone. He trails off and is never to be seen, a great getaway he thought. The bum was dazzled with bliss and adored his newly found instrument. Dropping keys, blowing life into the brass and invigorating sound. This bum finally feels content once again. People even generously contributed to his delightful commotion. He's now seen as a respected fellow person, just like any other. The bum decides to call it a session and take a nap. Caught up in his blissful slumber, he was robbed, from one "another scum of the earth". The bum decides to move on, unfortunate to the most ,yet moving at the least. Roaming the streets, as small reminiscence of earlier that day begin to unfold in empathy. He takes a seat on a city bench, directionless yet again. Unattended toward his surroundings, he is joined by "another sum of the earth". The bum takes a look and the struggle begins. A tug of war takes place. This instinct to act without reasoning, to take with greed, we are only humans I guess, yet primitive.