It was Christmas Day and Danny the Car Wiper hit the street junksick and broke after seventy-two hours in the precinct jail. It was a clear bright day, but there was warmth in the sun. Danny shivered with an inner cold. He turned up the collar of his worn, greasy black overcoat.  This beat benny wouldn't pawn for a deuce, he thought.
William S. Burroughs, Interzone
beginnings, christmas