Evaporating dosser

I came across this little scene in an alleyway as I scooted across the city this morning. Now I am big into doors and entrance-ways at the moment and this is a good one, with a solid pair of doors and a good set of steps, framed with brick. It is probably a fire exit and I guess these days they'd design out this kind of classic dossers perch. I mean, if you fitted an external door to the space it would be almost big enough for a bijou micro-compact home.

But this one seems to tell a story, with an abandoned pair of worn out shoes neatly placed in one corner, the remains of a pack of Rizla in the other and a big wet patch that actually spilled out of the secluded doorway and exuded down the pavement. It almost looks like someone has dematerialised into a puff of smoke and just left behind a bit of human residue and their shoes (that they happened to have taken off) like some kind of reverse Genie. Unless of course it is an unholy mixture of piss and booze and some poor old soak was hauled off to the nick without his footwear...