In the Morning Hour

What is a man's greatest enemy if not his pride? When your life's worth is determined by the outfit you wear and the car you drive, how would you view a person that has nothing of value to his name? How would he be different from a bug, when his contribution to society is absolute zero? A short story about pride, egoism, self-worth and a superficial critique of our contemporary world viewed by a young man who, without any warning, was thrown out in said world.