I think the little stray cat was making out like a bandit on Front Street at half past three in the morning. I saw a box of wings Cheyenne would have loved and they weighed about as much as the cat who watched me (and my flash) rather warily.
Well, let's amend that, not everyone was fascinated by the young people giving their livers a last work over before the bars closed:
And this fine figure of a man was keeping the drivers guessing by randomly leaping into the street and screaming while waving his arms. To me he seemed harmless but I was surprised someone hadn't called 911 on his behalf. It has become quite fashionable to call 911 to complain about your neighbors.