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Waking up in a dumpster was never easy for Bill. It always seemed to coincide with the loss of his car, his home, his job and his sense of self worth. His eyes were bleary and bloodshot from many forgotten weeks driven, unbeknownst to him by the bastard Mexican. After wiping the crust from the corners of his mouth with an old garbage water soaked rag he stood uneasily on the rubbish below his bare feet. Summoning herculean strength he managed to throw open the dumpsters doors. He leapt down to the street, he would find that Mexican again. He would find him if it was the last thing he did.