I met an interesting girl right after taking this photo. A small girl, not more than 22years old and 5ft tall, she approached me and asked what I was doing.
At 2am. In a bad part of town. In a dark backstreet. Alone. I'm not exactly intimidating, but I am 6ft 4in, wearing black, and as it was pitch black there (flashed this shot) she was quite lucky I'm completely harmless.
She turned out to be a security guard, coming home from work. She told me she had a feeling of community, and wanted to know what I was up to in her neighbourhood. (Mine too, actually). She approached me ASSUMING I was up to no good, and inspite of common sense she let her sense of caring and community guide her to make sure her neighbourhood wasn't being cased or what have you. (I was crouched behind a big truck to take this, I looked like I was hiding for sure).
Every so often, right when you're in the thickest shit, people in your own, run down neighbourhood can fill you with hope and relief that yes, someone out there you don't know does give a damn about you.