You leave your home and climb over the fencing around the storage unit lot. Your fall is padded by Diego the homeless chicano. Diego is curled up on the sidewalk drunk again. His white shirt is wet with sweat and vomit. His brown eyes are listless and he hardly reacts at all to being stomped deeper into the curb by a fat ginger pony. Next to him is a regurgitated whopper and an empty bottle of alcohol. He begins to tell you about whatever is on his pea brain but it is not petty Internet drama and so you cut him off - "I do not care about this."