It's around 1:30 a.m., just south of downtown. In the warm, breezy outdoors, an onstage DJ pours Latin dance music over a crowd of jovial party people. Rod, an olive-complexioned 34-year-old, sits at a wooden table draped with a white tablecloth, a remnant of the long-gone dinner hour. Behind him a few tall buildings stand out against the dark sky, below which flows... More >>>