Late Tuesday night, on the way back from watching The Sixth Sense with friends and a stop at a karaoke bar on Sunset Boulevard, he was driving down Santa Monica Boulevard and saw a flock of twentyish white men and women in suits and classy dresses lounging on a corner, seeming to have nowhere to go. He stopped the Escalade in front of them, rolled down the passenger window and, in mock seriousness, yelled out, “Yo! Is this the heroin spot?”