A powwow of prostitutes and drug addicts is taking swigs from brown bags under the Metrorail in southeast Overtown when Big Red shows up. Tiny baggies and cigarette butts litter the patch of bleached grass, where the crew sits in lawn chairs, jabbering about the cops. Red, a hulking 52-year-old, hops off his bicycle and joins the party. He steps past Margarita, a boney woman with blood under her fingernails who has nodded off, and stands in front of a guy with missing front teeth.... More >>>
Big Red is a clever entrepreneur of the street. Just don't cross him.