Danny sat on the curb of the parking lot. Watching the rain dive towards the asphalt, splashing into the gutter and soak a large cardboard box that his father had thrown into an empty parking space. The edges were sagging, almost gravity laden or taking on the years of age that only humans were supposed to get. The words “bedroom” scrawled on the side in barely legible sharpie markings were dripping down the side of the box as the rain started coming down harder. The air thick, pushing against his eyes and pushed down his throat with each breath. Its like being stuck in an oven while being sprayed with a hose.