1. Quinten
The days of the week meant nothing to him.
Nor did the hours of the day.
He lived only in the passing of time and by the light of the sun. He kept no appointments, looked forward to nothing, and tried his best not to think of the past.
By daylight, he walked the neighborhood, picking through garbage cans for things to eat. Sometimes he would wander to the parks and sit on the ground. If he was lucky, someone passing by would toss a coin into the hat he always sat in front of him. In time, he might save enough for something special—a cheeseburger or a can of skunky beer.
At night, he slept inside a box.
His name was Quinten Garrison, and this was where his life would suddenly change:
Inside a box.
