Here we go again

Part 1

So Eddy, he's this 6 foot or so tall white dude. Well, kinda white. I'm sure he counts more as an Irishman crossed with a Mexican. But he was tall, wide in stature, had a full beard and relatively well kept brown hair. His skin wasn't as tan as you would expect a Hispanic persons to be but hey not everyone's born the same. He did tend to keep inside a lot, as well. So that most surely fed into the whole skin-tone's-lighter-than-others deal.

He likes hanging out in bars because when people are slightly drunk, he can make small talk with them. Sometimes they talk about really deep shit. Like dreams, the point of life, why they are still currently breathing, why they don't just kill themselves.

Besides the bar, there is an alleyway in the city where the police don't bother to check. He built himself a lovely ventilated - yet warm - cardboard fortress. It's even somewhat secure, with a basic locked door and windows made out of cardboard, plastic, and clear scotch tape.

He's made himself quite a decent enough life, you see. He did it on his own. I feel like that's something an Irishman or a Mexican person would do. Hard work and he never expects much besides good company and maybe an occasional drink/smoke of weed.