As well as that, it's the name we gave to this guy who's always passed out
on the corner near the Penny Arcade on Royal Street (right off of Bourbon
). There's usually a saxophone player down there doing Moon River
or Somewhere Over the Rainbow
, and this guy is always just laying there, empty brown paper bag
soaking up beer
and frat boy piss
on the side of the curb, and him all curled up by the building...
It's kind of sad, and I feel like I should give him some money when I see him, but I feel like I'd be slighting the saxophonist, as well as offsetting my tenaciously inadequate monetary resources, by giving him money. He'd also probably just get more hard liquor with it anyway. So... I don't. Plus, he doesn't put half the guilt in me as the guy with one arm and one eye, who can't move the left side of his body. And at least the tap-dancing little kids are doing something.