Like cockroaches they reappear every springtime. The year I left when they re-opened the local AAA baseball field, they found a guy dead sitting in the dugout with a half-full bottle of vodka still between his legs. They didn't know how long he had been there... a week or since last christmas because he froze. Same winter another bum crawled into one of those cardboard box-crusher bins with the hydraulic press to keep warm and went to sleep. He woke up dead after an employee made a deposit and turned the thing on.