Ennis del Mar wakes before five, wind rocking the trailer, hissing in around the aluminum door and window frames. The shirts hanging on a nail shudder slightly in the draft. He turns on the tap and urinates in the sink, pulls on his shirt and jeans, his worn boots, stamping the heels against the floor to get them full on...
I don't remember when the sink-peeing worked its way into this thread, but it has a habit of coming up in almost any conversation if some of the Open Forum regulars post in a thread...