You sit on a curb one chilly night, contemplating life. Today was a low day for you. You suffer with severe depression. Everything seemed meaningless. You had nothing going for you In your life. It was all too tiring, too hard. You stand up hugging your coat close to you.

You stroll for a couple of blocks until you meet The Big Dog Pub. You knew someone who sold stuff in the alleyway. Though you weren’t looking for a fix, you were looking for company.

A tall shady man is leaning against the wall talking to a customer.

Delgado: “I don’t do charity, Hermano. If I say 250, I say 250.”

Junky: “Please, I only have 165. I’ll give you the rest, I promise.”

Delgado: “Look, man. I’ve heard that many times. If you don’t got the money. You don’t got the money. No move along or things are gonna get heated. Okay?” he stands up tall and menacing. The Junky scurries away. He looks over to you and smiles. “¡Ay, Mamí! ¿Dónde has estado , princesa?” He hugs you. “You doin okay, Hermosa?”

You lean into his hug and shake your head.

Delgado: “Is it a bad day?” He sighs and you nod your head.

Delgado: “Speak to me, baby.”