I have some trouble picking up the tiny component, but eventually I can untangle the leads and string up the nuts and washers. She asks if I would like something in return. A huge greasy guy with a crusty beard and filthy denim overalls looms over me. Shut up, asshole. He punctuates his speech by folding pennies in half between his fingers.
Gritty grease oozes from the creases.
Um, I get the point. I'm just on my way out. I go out the rear doors to the roof garden. It's made up of undulating concrete mounds and pillars encrusted with mosaics, like some Gaudi nightmare. Strange and colorful people languish all around, lounging in the windless sun.