Anyone's Guess

Taller, huskier, perhaps even
more physically fit than the police
who have him splayed over the
hood of one of their patrol vehicles,
his inane grin does nothing to
dispel the notion he is a cretinous
fool.  It was the fire station the
elderly woman had called after
her husband confronted the 
spade-bearded young man.
Hiding himself within a bower 
of November trees, nearby the 
bonfire he had set, smouldering,
intermittent flames shooting skyward.
Pacidly seated on his outspread coat,
taking comfort from a hip flask.
What!?!  A death in the family,
a punctured romance?  Perhaps then,
lost employment, bankruptcy, 
dread medical diagnosis, poor devil.
Or mayhap just plain stupid...?