It’s still a bit embarrassing, I suppose, to pull up on a bicycle in front of a grocery store, and start carefully untying the knots on heaps of garbage bags with a headlamp. It’s not that I’m worried someone will see me and recognize me. I’d probably like that – I could explain myself. It’s all the people walking by that just casually glance over me. All those people that I can’t explain myself to. That’s who I’m thinking about when I glance around to see who’s looking.