Riverbed and Cleaver woke up and walked up the bright Rio Piedras’ streets. La Yupi, even when Riverbed attended it, was always in a flux of change. Construction workers built half buildings that ate up the panorama. The men, in orange straps, showed their bellies and the belly-hair that made curly-twirls as if a hundred eyes were on observation. They’d give Riverbed aggressive stares, telling him to be careful or they’d steal his woman. They were vultures.