Take a walk in the sideways rain over skywalks with iron railings; the smell of a Chinese restaurant hits as it wafts from the next block. A child's plastic tricycle leans against a dilapidated playhouse-- the AstroTurf-covered deck is three storeys above a gas station. There's a screech of brakes, a crash, and the homeless from the park nearby walk close to see, their tattered blankets drag on the ground as they watch the crushed Benz cause distractions.