Smiley always thought of himself as an orphan. He had parents, and many brothers and sisters, but he never felt connected to them. He was dark and weird. No good at sports. No good at school.
The first thing he was good at was wandering around town and talking to the old drunks. In them he found the world-weary wisdom he needed to grow and evolve. Lessons in pain and longing that he realized already lived inside him the moment he heard them. Past life leftovers maybe.
Now he lives a happy life of little purpose. Content in his stasis.