Old Man Eugene

He is belligerent and cannot help but yell at the passing children. He is 65, retired and bitter. It is not longer feasible for him to leave his house, especially after he broke his hip.  Eugene is not married and has so much time on his hands that usually he spends it sleeping or meticulously planning how to make the neighborhood kids miserable. His constant nostalgia continues to make him depressed and resent choices he once made. Life is no longer in his control and as he grows older he realizes the opportunities he missed. He sits on his porch, sipping coffee and grimacing at those who pass by, jealous of their youth and overall benevolent manner. Although he constantly yells at the neighborhood kids, like any old man should, the children seem to be impervious to his insults. This fact only angers him more. He scrutinizes their every move, unable to trust anyone younger than himself. Even girl scouts who are simply trying to sell some cookies are not to be trusted. He is the quintessence of old men. Everyone is averse to him; his house is avoided like the black plaque. The old man lives his days alone.