I walk the streets. It's warm out. I love warm weather. The sunset was pink and orange, but now it's dark. A homeless man is sleeping on the sidewalk. I give him my leftover fries. A man in an expensive suit is standing in front of a steakhouse, looking at the women who pass by. Hey, ladies, he says. They ignore him. They look over at me. They like what they see. It's nighttime. Time to make some money.