Today I was walking back from the coffee shop, and saw a man standing unsteadily between two cars. As I drew nearer, I saw that he was completing his toilet in the relative privacy afforded by an SUV. I held my breath and walked around the corner; I could hear him shuffling after me. As I walked past the Vapor Room, I saw a woman waking up from a night spent at the bottom of the stairs leading to the medicinal-marijuana dispensary; the man rounded the corner and called after her, asking if she wanted a bowl of cereal. She did, and stirred herself up the stairs and in his direction.