I saw a man selling hotdogs out of a trailer, next to an empty stadium at 9pm. A huge storm was building and he was going to sell no hotdogs that night.

He looked like an immigrant, so I imagine that he travelled halfway around the world to be here, jumping for joy when he got his visa, probably telling people he was going to make his fortune.

It made me think of all the people changing the world, going from victory to victory, building connections, starting businesses, building generational wealth. And he's just... there.

Night after night, making just enough to eke out a tiny life in the day time, it makes me hope that he has a deep Bukowskiesque inner world.