‘‘They give us a place to sleep, food, clothes, everything,’’ said Bobo. ‘‘I've been picked up by the city and I liked it. They are doing this for our good.’’
But even as Bobo endorsed the city’s approach, a friend was stepping over to the drug stand for more cocaine. Bobo asked for $5 worth of drugs — cocaine for now, crack for later. Then he rolled up a bill and dumped a small mound of white powder in his palm for snorting.
With a nose full of cocaine, he set off, ready for another day.