One is all it takes:

One man scorned and covered with scars still strove with his last ounce of courage to reach the unreachable stars; and the world was better for this.- Cervantes (Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra), Don Quixote

I woke at the crack of dawn. I leaned against the wall and my dirty blue sleeping bag covered my chest.

It sure is hot and steamy today.

I rose onto an elbow and the cardboard shifted. Damn, this is the best piece yet. I looked at the gigantic sheet of corrugated paper. It must have come from a big appliance or something.

I propped up my sign and put the plastic bucket in front of it. I have a feeling. Today is going to be a good day.