Judge Not

The baggy pants teen is doing that half strut/half slouch we call the Tito Walk along the inner city street. Suddenly, he stops next to a pimped-up SUV parked on the street, pressing his body tight against the driver's door, his face close to the tinted window.

Admiring the interior or scoping out a smash & grab?

A swift commuting cyclist approaches silently from behind, ready to foil any break-in attempt. Shout and scare the hell out of him. Kids think old guys on bikes around here are cops, anyway.

Right up on him before he knows it, caught in the act... checking his teeth in the sideview mirror before he gets to school.