Oh Boy! Oh Boy!

*An unfocused downward view of a bridge underpass. The camera zooms in slightly, then zooms out to reveal the side of the bridge and the fences surrounding it. The top of a concrete divider is shown towards the very bottom of the feed, indicating that the camera sits along an adjacent raised road.*

**"Adjusting now. This should be about right."**

*The camera adjusts for a clear image. There is a discarded pile of trash in the area of the underpass shielded from the rays of the sun. A clump of hair is poking through one of the garbage bags and waving in the breeze. The cameraman makes no comment on it.*

*At the 1:45 minute mark, a girl walks out from behind the trash pile. She is limping, mechanically stepping forward with one leg and bringing the other in an exaggerated sweeping motion. Her arms make repetitive gestures that seem to offset her balance more than maintain it. She wears a puffy parka jacket and ratty jeans. When she stops and looks up, her arms fall to her sides and the jacket slips down off one shoulder.*

*The camera zooms in, amplifying her dirty skin and necrotic-looking fingers. She is looking in the direction of the camera and shouting something unheard against the roar of nearby vehicles. It looks like she is saying "Oh boy" or "Help me" repeatedly, but her body language is calm. The wind picks up, plastering her hair against her face and leaving dark red streaks.*

**"She's looking right at me. You want me to-"** *A truck rumbles past* **"-second dose?"**

*The girl continues shouting the words. Abruptly she widens her eyes and breaks into smile that strains the edges of her face. Her cracked lips split open while her left pupil drifts lazily to the side. Suddenly her head whips around in the direction the camera is facing, then back, then back again in exaggerated, vigorous movements that rock her entire body. After a particularly intense spasm she falls to the ground and must laboriously come to her feet. She looks around again, no longer smiling. She seems dazed, and does not focus on the camera or the man operating it.*

*The camera tracks her uncoordinated movements to the other side of the underpass, where she disappears behind a wide pillar cluttered with shopping carts. The wind picks up again and this time there are snowflakes. In the distance a baby is crying.*

**"Yes. Yes. I'd say so. Looks like she's coming off the mania stage. You saw the shudder? More of that and-"** *Another truck* **"-even want to move around. I think she still knows I'm here though. Maybe w-"**

*A loud honk and angry screech of tires distracts the cameraman. Mild cursing can be heard as the camera is picked off its stand and refocused amateurishly to the street the video is taken from. Cars are backed up on the road and honking at a man walking directly through the busy intersection. He does not seem to notice the cars: his gaze is locked on something up and to the right, perhaps off in the sky. As he nears, his left eye focuses on the cameraman, then his right, and then his face. He brings his hands up awkwardly, as if not sure what to do with them. After a pause, he makes two fists and bares his teeth.*

**"Oh boy!** **Oh boy! Oh boy!"**

*The man begins shouting excitedly and breaks into a stride. The video becomes an incoherent flashing of colors as the cameraman moves quickly. The feed ends.*