Nothing. That’s what his life was. No job. No money. No girl. He grubbed handouts, shot pool, and swilled cheap whiskey. The days stretched out, gray and unending, filled with the ache of desires dammed up. And then he met her. She came to him out of the bitter cold and rot of the narrow streets, rich and warm and willing. And suddenly there she was in his arms, a no-good tramp who tore his life apart and gave him— EVERYTHING