I Just Want to Be a Steady Support

"What use do I have for this iron staff? What use do I have for this iron staff? What use do I have for this iron staff?" He wandered along in the cold wind, singing the same lyric over and over. Passersby heard him and stopped to stare, their eyes full of disdain, as if to say,

"Is this guy crazy? That song is ancient, and he only knows one line. What's the point? How boring."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.