Dottore was freezing on the streets. It was the middle of December and he’d been booted from the homeless shelter for his alcoholism. He’d once been such a successful and financially stable doctor. But due to his malpractice, he was sentenced to twenty years in prison. Every moment since he got out had been spent on the streets. He downs the last of his vodka bottle. He was too tired to keep fighting. He just wanted to go to sleep and never wake up.