Gutter Punks.

I went down to the French Quarter to meet some gutter punks. Do not ask why.

For once, the one time I go looking for gutter punks, I could not find even one. Not one. I went up and down every street where the gutter punks usually hang out, even some where they don’t— longshot streets. I was looking in nooks and crannies, behind trash cans, in alcov…