Old Zinc Nose

Here's a photo from the wayback.  I have no recollection of who he is or what he was doing.  I feel like he was a panhandler who approached my car, but I seriously can't remember where this was taken.  But here he is, old Zinc Nose immortalized.  

I don't feel I slept at all last night.  I went to bed early and was there for a full eight hours, but my dreams were too rapid and disconcerting.  In every one, I remember being distressed.  

I will have to go back to bed.  There are no options.  

The last thing I heard before I went to bed last night was this.  Maybe there is a connection between it and my dreams, but I can't make the connection.