

The only other person up there was this one security guard, this young black guy who hung out inside one of the buildings. And I guess he noticed me going through all the cans. Because one night he opened the door and said to me: “Psst. Hey you. Come over here.” And I figured: “Damn, I’m busted.” And that would be the end of that gig. Instead he gave me this big bag of burritos and liter bottles of soda and other goodies. I guess he saw me going through the garbage cans and took pity on me. So he cut me in on some of the leftovers that HE had scored from the catered event earlier. . . And he started doing that on a semi-regular basis. Giving me bags of treats when I came through at night.
