Convict trash dude

Today I was waiting at a red light, and I saw a crew of prisoners picking up trash on the road. You know – the dudes in the striped suits serving their punishment by working? Any way, this one guy was just standing there in his little striped jumpsuit just crying his eyes out. This was the chest-heaving sobs of a real cry. It made me wonder why. Why was he crying? Was it just the fact that he’s picking up trash on the side of the road in this Texas heat? Was he reflecting on his crime? Did some other tragedy befall his family while he’s stuck in jail and can not be there? I almost felt bad for throwing a can at him.