A man sat on a pothole but no steam was rising and it wasn't even that cold out. He was taking notes. I crept behind him and fixed myself in a blind spot over his shoulder. It looked like how the sign guy sounded. He didn't proceed down the page with sentences and then paragraphs but instead scribbled in every direction across his paper. He caught sight of me in his periphery and asked, "What the fuck are you looking at?"