Trip sat silently as his friends shared their stories. They were all quite familiar by now with the story of how his father was murdered, he didn't need to bring it up here. Instead he decided to chime in with a more recent tale. 

He took a sip of coffee and set the cup back on the table, waiting for the conversation to die down enough for him to start speaking.
"I was out for a jog along the boardwalk this morning. Saw a guy just blow this woman over and snatched her purse. I tried to catch up to him, but the bastard had too much of a head start. You guys are right, things are really going to hell in a hand basket. The gangs have the run of the whole city. Personally, I think the cops are on the take, but that's just me"

He finished off his coffee and tried to lob the empty cup into a nearby garbage can. It clattered off the rim and landed in the floor.
"This is why I don't play basketball" he said with a grin as he slipped out of his seat to finish disposing the cup.