This is my reaction to: https://nervouscow.wordpress.com/2016/04/27/death-of-a-snailsman/
The forward lean and curve of his back are athletically purposed.The shopping cart wheels swim on the back alley dirt. This is the wrong side of the tracks for some, a living business opportunity for others. His Shaq size shoes are double knotted and stuffed with newspaper; a constant reminder that he’s no giant among men, but a small simple man walking the alleys of a small simple town. Crosswalks aren’t painted at alleyways, but there’s little concern. His emergence is signaled by his crossing guard, which he pushes onto gently crowned streets. Drivers are courteous and give him wide berth, and he, in turn, thanks them, with kind gestures along his daily parade route.