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you!" she said, as the ding of the elevator sounded. He watched as she got on, pressed the button, and flipped him off as the doors closed.
    Shutting the door, he walked back to his own cup of coffee and inhaled its aroma. Popping the clasps on each side of his mask, he slid it off and placed it on the counter. After taking a long sip, he grabbed the television remote and sat in the chair. Turning the set on, he laid his head back.
    "Tonight, on the Adventures of Alpha Man and Beta Boy; the two heroes face off against their greatest foe yet, Omega Man," the TV said as a colorful animated program appeared on the screen.
    "Great," he said, closing his eyes. He lifted the remote to change the channel, but paused, watching the cartoon.
    "What are we gonna do, Alpha?" he said, mouthing the young superheroes words.
    "What choice do we have other than fight this vile villain?" he said talking over the cartoon version of himself.
    This went on until the credits rolled and the program was finished. Still holding the remote, he waited until the station announced its next program before finally turning the channel. Just as he landed on the news, his phone went off.
    Picking it up, he groaned when he saw the name Rose appear on the screen.
    "Fuck.” he hit accept, and began talking. "I know I'm supposed to come see you this morning, but I've been busy. I'll swing by there soon."
    Alpha had to pull his ear away, grimacing as the sound of the police commissioner’s yells broke through the speaker. His hangover was in full force.
    "I'll come now," he said. He hit end, jabbing the screen with his finger.
    With a groan, he got up and grabbed his mask. Pulling it over his head, he positioned it on his face and snapped the clasps. He looked around the disheveled room until he saw his costume hanging from a lamp in the corner. Letting out a chuckle, he walked over and grabbed it. Stepping into each foot, he pulled it up and over his waist and snapped it all together. On his way to the sliding glass door, he checked for his stuff, then stepped out into the morning air.
    Covering his face with one hand, he blocked the sun’s powerful light while the lenses in his mask adjusted. A second later, he could see again, but the powerful headache was creeping back in.
    "It’s going to be a shitty day," he said.
    *****
    As the midday sun made its way into the alley he called home, Larry opened the lid of a large red dumpster and eyeballed its contents. It was full of stuffed trash bags and cardboard boxes. Grabbing a few bags, he pulled them out onto the ground and started going through them. His eyes grew wide as he perused their discarded contents.
    "Oh, ho ho," he chuckled, with a rotten smile. "Lookie here."
    The gleeful old man found plenty of unwanted treasures. Making two piles, he set the useful items like tattered clothes and trinkets to his right, while putting the trash on his left. Inside, he found a jacket, some holey pants, a worn out pair of shoes and a box of stale crackers with half a sleeve left. He munched the saltines until they were mush, then turned up an opened bottle of water to wash them down. Grabbing out another few bags, he positioned himself back on the ground when he heard something from the adjacent alley.
    Ignoring the sound, he continued his project until he heard it again. This time, it was unmistakable; the sound of someone groaning in pain. Peeking around the corner, he saw a man lying behind a pile of trash bags. The man’s legs were flung over the pile, exposing his bare feet.
    "You OK?" Larry asked, not moving.
    "Water, I need water," came a raspy voice.
    Larry couldn't help but notice it was a man, and he was as naked as a newborn. "Please, I need water," he said again.
    Larry looked down at the water bottle he held. There was only a sip or two left, so he threw it to the man. It hit hard near the man's head, startling him. Once the man saw what the bottle was, he threw the cap away and downed its contents in one