Devon was at his usual state this time of day...  actually it was more-or-less his usual state at all times of the day.  Half intoxicated, and looking to score one of three things, booze, cash, or meaningless conflict.  The cash brought him to more booze, the booze usually roped him into meaningless conflict, and the meaningless conflict sometimes was lucky enough to land him into more cash so he could repeat this self-destructive cycle.  Except he wasn't that lucky for it to be truly self-destructing.  At least not without his constant effort to bring it to that level.<br/><br/>The bottle in a bag he had been carrying for almost half a mile now had been empty for about two.  Nothing much kept him walking, except for the prospect of obtaining another.  This was his life.  He bumped into a few people walking opposite his direction.  They'd sneer at him most of the time and others would try to add insults to the exchange.  Devon's typical response was a grunt of atrophy, or on special occasions he'd throw the bird at them as he walked on.  He didn't need them.  All he needed was a fresh bottle and the switch blade in his hooded sweatshirt's front pockets.<br/><br/>He took a side street to see a buddy of his.  One usually good for some good times and debauchery.  On the way this time, however, he was distracted by the sound of music at a neighbor's up the block.  Something drew him to this that he couldn't explain. He deviated course to that house's direction.  Devon put up his hood from his sweat shirt and headed for the fence of the place.  After scaling that to the backyard he approached the back door.  Locked, of course, any half-smart person around these parts would have bars up the windows if they could.  Devon was too determined and far too apathetic to let that stop him. After a moment to see any immediate threat, Devon wound up a punch and let it rip through the back door window. Reaching through was more than enough to open the lock given his size.<br/><br/>As he entered the home he looked down to see the action he took left a formidable gash along his arm.  Almost instantly his skin began to mend itself back together.  He scoffed and kept moving towards the sound.  This time a bit more quietly.