Warning of a teenager on my street.

The other afternoon it was cold but very sunshine-y and I was walking down my street to my apartment on my way back from the grocery store, and this (young) (Latin) guy was walking up toward me, and looking over his shoulder nervously at a van parked a quarter block behind him and idling with its rear doors thrown open.

"Hey man," he was like, "Be careful, that van, you never know, this city is crazy."

And at that he walked past me, at that same quickened pace he had been walking at.