Edivan looked older than his 37 years. Sleeping in a hamaca strung up in the garage was hard enough on him, and then, as if that weren't enough, someone killed him. I sure hope that's a garage, because it's too depressing to think it might actually be a bedroom.
I've lain in hamacas before, but I never fell asleep in one. It's a good thing I didn't, or I would surely have been murdered before having a chance to type this.