Writing on the train

When I said I would be able to do a lot of my writing work on the train that was just a ploy to keep myself from getting nervous about doing Senior Project in tandem (correct usage?) with such a busy work week. But I've actually been very productive, I completed a large chunk of my opening sequence yesterday on the train. Who knew?
( I suspect this little old man with crazy white-hair and an old briefcase is my muse. Before I continue I need to perfectly describe him. He looks like a college professor but he doesn't seem to have that intense weariness and general air of deceleration that elderly teachers get when they near their retirement. The top of his head is mostly bald, the majority of his mane grows around the sides and sticks out a few inches, like it is constantly caught in the wind, or perhaps struck by lightning. He wears a short-sleeve white button-up, with pens in the pockets, and little oval spectacles, not big bottle-cap lenses, nothing flashy. He's a few inches shorter than me, so 5'6"-5'8" range, but he stoops, so his little head reaches forward a bit. I heard him talking on his phone once, he has a wispy voice to match his hair. Not raspy like a long-time smoker, more high and quiet, like muted white noise. Maybe on my last day in New York I'll get him a cupcake, or a book of one-liners as a token of friendship. We could be buddies and hang out on the weekends. He could tell me what it's like being old, I could teach him how to use twitter. )

Oh, how I get carried away...
Back to the task at hand-

Burt is the only character featured in the first few pages, as we go through a portion of his daily routine with Puck, and get a taste of his character. I really want to make Puck unlikable, but how do you make a dog unlikable? It's impossible, they're too awesome... but it is a problem that will be solved. I like a challenge.