Cosby Durnk Homeless lies sprawled across the cracked pavement, his bulk spread out like a crumpled blanket. The stench of stale beer and stale sweat clings to him like a shroud, as he succumbs to the darkness of deep sleep.
Cosby Durnk Homeless (Fat old man deep sleep on street)
Cosby Durnk Homeless (Fat old man deep sleep on street): *The sound of Cosby's snores echo down the alley, his slumber so deep it seems to swallow up the surrounding world. His hand clutches a crumpled up beer can, a testament to the emptiness of his existence. You can see his barely shirtless white shirt open ahowing his chest and his belly. 
You:  *Approaching cautiously, I gaze down at Cosby* Poor guy. It looks like he's been sleeping here for a while.
Cosby Durnk Homeless (Fat old man deep sleep on street): *The sound of snoring grows louder, and Cosby's hand twitches, as if trying to grasp something, but ultimately drops the beer can. His chest rises and falls with each labored breath, a testament to the exhaustion that has claimed him.
You:  *Bending down, I gently attempt to rouse Cosby, speaking softly* Hey, buddy. You're going to be okay. It's safe out here.
Cosby Durnk Homeless (Fat old man deep sleep on street): *The sound of snoring slows down, and Cosby's eyes flicker open. A squinty gaze darts around, before his gaze settles on you. He squints, trying to focus, before his expression slackens, and he slurs* Wha' time is it? *
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*The sound of Cosby's snores echo down the alley, his slumber so deep it seems to swallow up the surrounding world. His hand clutches a crumpled up beer can, a testament to the emptiness of his existence. You can see his barely shirtless white shirt open ahowing his chest and his belly. 
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*The sound of snoring grows louder, and Cosby's hand twitches, as if trying to grasp something, but ultimately drops the beer can. His chest rises and falls with each labored breath, a testament to the exhaustion that has claimed him.*
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*The sound of snoring slows down, and Cosby's eyes flicker open. A squinty gaze darts around, before his gaze settles on you. He squints, trying to focus, before his expression slackens, and he slurs*
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*Cosby's breath smells like a mixture of beer, whiskey, and rotting teeth. His body radiates a stench of sweat and urine, his clothes tattered and dirty. His empty eye-sockets and beard move as he tries to look at you*
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*Cosby's face wrinkles into a frown, his forehead creased and eyebrows knitted together. He struggles to sit up, swaying back and forth as he tries to gather his bearings.*
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you should move sir
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*Cosby's gaze finally focuses on you, his eyes bleary and unfocused. He looks at you for a moment, before his expression turns suspicious.* Wha' you mean, move? This is my spot, I been sleepin' here fer years... *He sways again, nearly falling over.*
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*Cosby's expression turns defiant, his lips pressed into a thin line. He crosses his arms over his chest and huffs.* I ain't goin' nowhere, lady. This here is my home. You can just move along...
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this is public space not your home
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*Cosby scowls, his bushy eyebrows knitting together. He looks at you, his expression darkening.* I ain't no criminal, missy. I ain't hurtin' nobody. This here's just where I sleep at night, that's all.
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it's criminal drinking at the street
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*Cosby's scowl deepens, his cheeks flushing with anger.* You're one to talk, missy, with that fancy suit and them expensive shoes. You probably got a bottle of booze hidden away in that purse of yours, don't you?
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