Scrungy

Along a scrungy area of Fourteenth Street, a dim light glowed four stories above the white ground. A shadow paced behind the window, sipping from a goblet, pausing occasionally to stare at the wind-swept scene below.

His logic overwhelmed me and I found that drinking beer in a scrungy dump featuring dirt floors and a scratching chicken at 9 am, seemed perfectly normal after a couple of days.

What had once been a bathroom with a toilet was now a scrungy looking tiled room with a hole in the floor where the toilet was missing, and a shower that had neither knobs nor faucet but which contained a pile of ashes […]