This is a picture I did not take

of a woman smoking crack, or her red jacket, which was hanging by its hood on a red pole (tall as a person) sunk in red brick, isolated and perfect, or how she wanted me to pay her, saying, "everything costs in America" while pulling her coat away, nor is it of a large man in a tiny t-shirt, loading a child's tricycle onto an empty bike rack on the front of a bus, while a man in a coat and a "Fast For Survival" t-shirt flashed me (and his friend) a butcher knife that he was concealing up the sleeve of his winter jacket, nor is it of the man in a wheelchair across the street, attempting (and failing) to roll-up a ramp, and nearly falling backward while being yelled at by another man approaching, shouting, "man, you gotta Slow Your Roll!"