He wore his own old cheap uggs online shoes.
     The house was still asleep. He crept through it, willing the floorboards not to creak, and then he was outside, and he walked through the snow, his feet leaving deep prints on the sidewalk. It was lighter out than it had seemed from inside the house, and the snow reflected the light from the sky.
     After fifteen minutes of walking, Shadow came to a bridge with a big sign on the side of it warning him he was now leaving historical Cairo. A uggs discount man stood under the bridge, tall and gangling, sucking on a cigarette and shivering continually. Shadow thought he recognized the man.
     And then, under the bridge in the winter darkness, he was close enough to see the purple smudge of bruise around the man's eye, and he said, "Good morning, Mad Sweeney."
     The world was so quiet. Not even cars disturbed the snowbound silence.
     "Hey, man," said Mad Sweeney. He did not look up. The cigarette had been rolled by discount uggs for women hand.
     "You keep hanging out under bridges, Mad Sweeney," said Shadow, "people gonna think you're a troll."
     This time Mad Sweeney looked up. Shadow could see the whites of his eyes all around his irises. The man looked scared. "I was lookin' for you," he said. "You gotta help me, man. I fucked up big time." He sucked on his hand-rolled cigarette, pulled it away from his mouth. The cigarette paper stuck to his lower lip, and the cigarette uggs discount fell apart, spilling its contents onto his ginger beard and down the front of his filthy T-shirt. Mad Sweeney brushed it off, convulsively, with blackened hands, as if it were a dangerous insect.
     "My resources are pretty much tapped out, Mad Sweeney," said Shadow. "But why don't you tell me what it is you need. You want me to get you a coffee?"
     Mad Sweeney shook his head. He took out a tobacco pouch and papers from the pocket uggs discount of his' denim jacket and began to roll himself another cigarette. His beard bristled and his mouth moved as he did this, although no words were said aloud. He licked the adhesive side of the cigarette paper and rolled it between his fingers. The result looked only distantly like a cigarette. Then he said," 'M not a troll. Shit. Those bastards're fucken mean."