Jake Randolph in "Bourbon On The Rocks" Pt. 10

The door opened. There was a man standing there that I barely recognized. He looked gaunt and pale, like a bag of bones that someone had taken skin that had been soaking in a tub for a year and stretched it over a skeleton and made a pathetic human being out of it.

I pushed past him and went into the room, looking around. If he paid a dime to rent it he's due a refund of nine cents. It smelled like the monkey house at the zoo.

"Nice place you've got here, Milton. My favorite motif: early garbage dump."