This Man

There was once a man who suffered from the absence of most of his teeth. His gums were the last bit of evidence the man ever had the tools to shape a smile, but were seldom used.
This man with no smile put all he owns in two plastic grocery bags balanced on either handle bar of his car/family/home- his bike.
Scary Jerry was what they called the man. I was not certain what his birth name was or if he even had one. I assume Jerry was a piece of his lost identity considering most parents are not so cruel as to christen a child "Scary." "Scary" was a title bestowed upon the man for lack of imagination by those less fortunate than himself. You see, they were not granted the privilege to ride a bike around the shady areas of town, but were forced to join the rest of the gas sucking population.
In my mind's eye, Jerry was decrepit shriveled as an apple with age. He was the timeless symbol of the crushed hopes and dreams keeping the majority of the world young and thriving. According to an experienced doctor, Jerry might have been a mere 35 or 40 years of age. In the prime of life!
Then I wonder, do people like Jerry have a prime of life or did they pass it up ages ago when they were 16 and just beginning to feel the euphoria purchased in a needle?