Story of this picture: The guy with the maroon sweatshirt was walking on my side of the street when the tank top lady yelled at him "hey (whatever his name was) your wife was in a major car accident, I just got a text." His reply was "huh?" He crossed the street in his sandal and sock combo and asked to see her phone (he obviously doesn't own one) and tried to remember phone numbers of people to call so he could validate the story. He wasn't having much luck. At this point the lady that told him the news pulled a tall boy out of her plastic bag and started having her four o'clock beer (for sure not her first). I'm shocked she had time to drink between all her loud talking and excessive spitting...gross.
The other two people were rather uninteresting, next to these two, the black guy just had the normal plastic bags filled with empty cans. Another man showed up on a bike and offered it to the maroon sweatshirt guy so he could get to the bottom of his investigation but he turned it down saying "I like to walk" and he was on his way.
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