My Dealer

This morning I bought my lunch of two hot tamales from a kid hiding inside a dark van with all the shades drawn.  I recognized his orange Coleman coolers of foil-wrapped tamales and large thermoses of hot arroz con leche and champurrado in the shadows of the van.  He's probably the tamale lady's kid.  His scout was up the block, presumably watching for the cops who've been uncompassionately busting the small-time street vendors.

And that's how we roll in Sunset Park.