At 10, off Beggar's, I take a holding Suspicious.
A transient is rolling on the street between two parked cars.
I roll to the corner and step out.
He's under a car. I light him up with my flash.
He waves, stands, and says, "Hey.
I know you want to know what I doing."
He shows me his hands, then points to the glass.
"The last time I was in town, an officer told me to clean up my mess. I didn't do it. so I am doing it now."
He has been using his hoody to sweep the broken glass from car prowls and tossed bottles into piles.
"I can't reach it all."
He's OCD and won't leave until the job is done.
Let me help.
I pull a paper bag out of the trunk.
We can sweep the glass into here.
He eyes the bag.
"That's a fine bag."
It's for seized fireworks.
Using an empty cardboard six pack carrier, I help him for the next 20 minutes.
Job done, he sweating.
"I won't have been able to do that with out you."
I grab the bag, hand him a Gatorade from my raid bag, and wish him a good night.