The manager from McDonald's is there, taking over traffic while I stand firmly in my spot. We nod at each other. Both of us silently defiant against the rubber-necked strangers that are looking for the gossip. The story. It's not their story. "You need to keep moving. GO," says the McDonald's manager to the cars. Shakes his head.
Wayne is homeless. Wayne is addicted to meth. For a moment in this terrible, terrible set of circumstances, Wayne is the most important, most cared for person on the face of the earth.