Like a distant voice being transmitted to him over a thousand miles away, in a squeak, it said, "Why are you sleeping next to the light pole mister? Mister..."  Slowly dragging himself out of his sleeping states, Lucius awakens drunk.  Searching for his bottle, his elixir of euphoria, his memory inhibitor, his salvation... he staggers to his feet.  Anger raising, he rips his clothes hurriedly in search of his mini vodka he bought the night before he passed out for 2 dollars a hit.  "Jee Wizz Mister!  You need a shower!  What are you looking for?" said a little voice standing in the street with a scooter and a bag from the grocer.  With redden eyes and tears building in his mouth, the man's dry and thirsty voice utters "Bottle!"

"What are you, a baby? Only a baby needs a bottle mister!" said the brave little girl at the frighten Lucius.  "Is that you bottle in the clump of green, wet waste in the drain on the curb? Ewwwww!"

With a sigh of relief and full blown tears rolling down his eyes, Lucius reaches for his bottle with a heavy trembling hand.  Disregarding the waste and the smell of swear stench, he happily opens his bottles and drinks his poison.  "Thanks kids, you saved me from the jitter pains!  hmmm...my real savior"  replied Lucius.  As he puts his jacket back on and prepares for a few hours of begging with his Starving in Utopia...God Bless sign, it was like the world slows down as a car speeds around the alley corner.  In an hearing instant, Lucius jumps from his position and pulls the kid out of the way and onto the floor next to the light pole.  "You've could've been killed!" Lucius yelled.  The girl calmly picked herself up and sighed, "Now your my savior you dirty old man!" as she handed Lucius her mother's change.