We set up right next to the welfare building. We actually pull up into the parking spot beside that exact alleyway in the picture. My dad parks, he walks to the back, and opens up the door. The last bit of daylight seeps into the darkness of the truck. We hand out the food from the container of the truck. There's already a line-up of hungry people that's measures over a block long. It's a trip to see the characters there. You see everybody that you would expect; prostitutes, the mentally unstable, the drug-addicts, etc. I saw crack rocks being exchanged with a handful of coins right in front of me. The worst shit I saw was this young guy, maybe late 20s, early 30s, just shooting-up in the alleyway, tilting his head back, and he was just zoning. It was fucked. Another thing that tripped me out, was that some of the people look like 9-5, day-job types. You and me types. I handed a PB&J sandwich to some dude who was dressed in a shirt and tie. It hurts to see that people have to live that way. People always say, "It's their fault that they ended up like that", but that's stupid, you can tell that some of these people were just never given a chance. It's sad to see that one of those most beautiful cities on the west coast is so broken. My city.