This poor little man ranted and ranted and ranted. We arrived around 9:30 am in Jackson Square to see the Krewe of Elvis, and he was ranting when we got there. Members of the KOE said he'd been ranting since THEY got there. He just didn't stop.
But when I put my arm around his shoulder and said "Take a picture with me" he just shut up.
Next time, I'll gladly be the designated "Lord, Save Me From My Debauchery" guy to lead these insane people away from any group trying to gather and get their march on the way.
I just didn't think of it that morning...and I'll lead them all to somewhere along the edge of Decatur still wanting salvation, and then change my mind and walk away.
