EARLIER TONIGHT, OUTSIDE THE EMERYVILLE BAY STREET HOME DEPOT:
KID: (passing by) Hey dude! Dude! Mister!
RYAN: (turning around) Howzzat?
KID: Dude, gimme your A’s cap! Please!
RYAN: I like this hat.
KID: C’mon, man!
RYAN: You gotta get your own, little dude.
KID: Aww!
RYAN: You don’t want this one, man. Trust me. It smells like a dead dude took a dump in it.