Dude emerges from bunker and heads straight home from the bar. Thinking about the man, again. Lets thoughts of his family creep in and measures those images against the popular accomplishments of those he sees flashing by in television ads and situation comedies. Those specters lurking in his subconscious, them feelings of inadequate participation in the feeding frenzy of the market, the big nothing. It is then that he sees his shadow, dancing with the monkey.
Dude looks about.
About forty years longer than the kid he was on the sandlot field years ago. Takes him way back, trying to help him understand enough to give all this of his a little context. Dude emerges from bunker and takes stock of the situation. Dude emerges from bunker. Looks at shadow.