Some day I will write a book about working night shift in a Convience store, in Tucson AZ, lovingly called Circle Crack. From the parking lot you could see three busy crack houses; cars that would not stop at the stop sign because a prostitute would jump in if they did; a slum apartment building used as hooker central, and a pharmacy for illicit drugs; not to well concealed unmarked surveilance vans dotting the streets; and the meanest SOB cops you have ever met.
People would walk by the vans and wave to the cameras. They would drive off and another would take it's place.
I wish I had a camera in those days.