Jerry awoke with one of his headaches, a piercing pain that stabbed directly into his brain. It took all of his willpower to resist from crying out. With a whimper here and there, the headache went away. After it left, Jerry decided it was as good a time as any to get up. Lifting the lid of the dumpster he lived in, Jerry got out and went through his usual hygiene schedule. Walking into one of the dingier metros, Jerry washed his hair in the sink, brushed his teeth with some paper towels, and rinsed some of the caked on dirt off. Satisfied with what he could do, Jerry started to look for some breakfast. 

Being that it was Tuesday, Jerry couldn't go to "Ralph's Sandwich Shak" so he decided to just dig into some garbage and hope for the best. After finding some food that had seen better days, Jerry didn't really know what to do. There wasn't any charity events to do, at least none that he could go to, and the soup kitchen wasn't taking volunteers at the moment. Thinking back on it, Jerry should have gone there for breakfast. Whatever, its in the past. With no better thing to do, Jerry headed off into the crummier parts of town. There had to be someone there he could help.