Being wasn't about winning fights; it was about outlasting the environment.
Artie didn't argue. He just moved. He didn't have a heater or a thermal blanket. He had a stack of old Sunday Gazettes he’d scavenged in the last yard.
Should we explore Artie's and what drove him to the rails, or
"You’re leaking heat, kid," Artie rasped. His voice sounded like gravel in a blender.