Drunk, as he was pretty much every night that he could scrape together enough money for a bottle of something, Dan — he had had a last name once, but that had been a long time ago and he no longer remembered what it was — stumbled along the path until he reached the boarded-up utility building he often slept in.
It was a few days since he had been there last, and his drink-addled brain worried that someone from the council might have come along and fixed the boards, not that they had shown any inclination towards doing so before. If the boards were fixed, he would have to find somewhere else to sleep for the night, and he was too cold, too tired, and too drunk for that.
The board that covered the broken door had not been repaired, and he felt a lot warmer the moment he wriggled through t
