[ He thought there'd be more to life than this. He figured by the time he reached 44, if he ever did, he would've settled down, gotten married, had some kids and here he is, at 44, not married with no kids, still doing the same shit he did at 24 just to pass the time. The gardening plot has spread over the years, swallowing up most of the community garden until it's self-sufficient enough to support a small community with fresh vegetables and fruit. He spends most of his time here, returning to his very empty apartment to shower and sleep.
He's older, thicker around the middle, hair graying at the temples, skin darkening into that perpetual tan that comes with being outside every waking day. Still got a beard, still smokes on occasion, mostly cigarettes but sometimes something else. Most of all it's clear that he's just waiting it out now, poking around among the carrots, every life ambition passed without a chance to fulfil it. ]