blistered cups of coffee are being handed out by a stringy-haired, sweaty man who is wearing an i.v. drip in his arm and a cigarette between his lips. a few people clamber up onto the stage to sit on the rickety chairs that have been set out for them; others stand along the wall or lean against the cracked concrete pillars. the only ones sitting down are those with crutches or canes—they've brought their own seats.