Drug drop, stolen property, cut-off body parts. The big car pulls away from the curb, no big hurry, crosses back to the right side of the street, and drives off. Alex, his back to it, is oblivious. Eddie watches the big car go, then turns his head in the other direction. That's life, on this corner of these two roads in this city.
Nobody has enough money to do anything.
Lady luck makes the call. There's some skill involved, but they all have some skill. The rest, the deciding factor, according to Eddie, is something else. Alex returns Eddie's playful smile. He's already explained the project he's working on, collecting true stories from homeless people and transients about life on the streets.