New York, 1946, November. I had just left the bar, my hands were already freezing after only seconds... I found a light coming from an alleyway. It was a trash can on fire by some homeless gentlemen. I warm my hands by the fire. A man walks up to me and asks "Can I use your shoe for a minute?". I ask why, to which he replies "I gotta take a crap, I haven't crapped in weeks". I say no. He pulls out a chicken bone as if it is a knife. He chases me all the way to the park. I throw my hat at him. It only stalls my pursuer momentarily while he eats my hat. I trip and fall under a tree. The man is about to stab me with a chicken bone, I fear I am doomed. Until a leaf falls on the mans nose. He stabs me, I'm dead now.