The coffee in the man's hand made Zeus' stomach churn. More caffeine wasn't going to help him any; what he needed was heroine. "No, I don't need coffee. I've already had some," Zeus replied with more gruffness than he intended. The stomach cramps were getting worse and now his joints were starting to ache. He stepped up his pace toward the far side of the park toward Seventh Street. There was a flop house about two blocks away where he could score a cheap fix that'd take care of the withdrawal symptoms until he could get better.
Did he live in the area? Zeus wanted to laugh. "I live wherever I want to live. Sometimes I come to the park but not a lot. Bums aren't really welcome here anymore," he said glancing over at the cops hanging out on their bikes with cups in their hands identical to the one in the man's. "Besides, I'm pretty sure I've never seen you before." He looked at the man carefully looking for any hint or sign that this was one of his family but Zeus couldn't tell. Unless he was a reincarnated spirit of a human; those were more difficult for Zeus to detect. "Have you ever been to Greece?"