Dinner discussions ensue. One guy will probably go to McDonald’s. Villanueva will probably walk one block to Good microbrewery, where he’s fallen deeply in love with the waitress. Last night the guys chipped in and ordered a pizza, and Aguayo stood on the side of the street waving the cash for the delivery man. “I’m gonna miss having you degenerates out here when this is over,” says the cook affectionately. The evening’s chill is settling in. Only 63 hours to go.
Postscript: The shoes all sold out in the end. The Friday before the sale, the manager handed the boys a list of the available sizes and they worked it out among themselves. Though a few people had to settle for the wrong size, all the guys walked away with shoes they could either keep or trade.
Do not mistake the young men camped out on the sidewalk beside Silverlakes Undefeated sneaker store for homeless bumsthey may look it, they may smell it, but their shoes cost as much as rent.