For years, as he huddled through long nights under bridges and in tents pitched in patches of urban wilderness all over Colorado Springs, Calvin Muzzy warmed himself with malt liquor and fantasies about a different life - a life he'd once had and intended to again. In the dream, he and his best friend, Pete Hill, would have an apartment, a refuge from the bitter winters, blistering summers and flying fists of other homeless people, high on drink or drugs and wanting to fight or steal their few belongings.