So many hungers, not a place to crap

Being not one who owns a pit latrine, or a hut for that matter, I feared that he would crap on a footpath.

My kinsman, a junior elder of the clan who is usually ignored for good reason, staggered into the funeral at 10pm.

The number of times he has been sober in the last 15 years, and that includes the many occasions the law has been on his ass for one misdemeanour or other, can be counted on one finger.  Also, being a bachelor of no known physical address, you see him when you see him.