From my Dear Diary, Nov. 28, 2008:

6 AM, rainy and cold, disgusting outside. From the balcony, I'm observing a guy who, with the help of a flashlight, is searching through the garbage containers and is also going through all the crap strewn around on the ground down below. As he's leaving, he tiptoes very carefully to the side, to avoid stepping into a puddle right in front of him - as if he's got something to lose if he gets his feet wet...