This is a picture I did not take

of a woman in a liquor store, pushing a shopping cart filled with three gallon jugs of Gallo Wine, showing me the blade of the rusty pocket knife she carries in her purse, and how she's ready to use it to stab the man in front of her in line, who's drunk and trying to spare change a few bills from us to buy a fifth of Wild Turkey on the first day of mid-ninety degree temperatures on an otherwise unremarkable spring day in Atlanta, Georgia.