first parish church, harvard square

Outside the church, where the air always smells of marijuana, two homeless men roll around on the ground on a cold winter's day, watched by their friends. One is grabbing the other by his legs, shouting "are you going to chill out now?"

"I am chill," says the other one, offering no resistance as his opponent rolls him over by the legs.

"Are you going to chill out now?" the first man demands again.