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.