I visited Jose early in the afternoon on Sunday. He was at the recycling center, waiting for the deposit line to get shorter. Later I bought coffee, and we decided to take a break at a nearby pizzeria. He parked his cart outside on the street, and we stood by the window so he could keep an eye on it. And here was this picture. Sometimes I doubt if I know who he really is. Maybe he dresses to impress. Maybe the self he sees is the movie star in this picture.