by Sara Fall Alberto Rodriguez Santana He came up to me as I sat in the park by the Capitol, sketching and trying to fill the last hour until I had to go to work, just a couple blocks away. The day will become hot, but at 10 a.m., it’s not bad yet. It’s warm, but not uncomfortable. There’s a line of rose bushes close by, and I can smell them, smell the warm grass I’m sitting on, and the clouds of pot smoke from a couple of guys sitting close by. It’s a little shocking to me t