I like guns he said, they get rid of the bad people. He made me sort of nervous , twitchy I mumbled something or other and slid away like a greasy snake in the hot New Orleans night. I was staying at a place called India House off Canal Street. Took the streetcar named something or other down to Bourbon street. Wandered into a bar , cold beer and cheap cigarettes , lonely travelling alone, found a strip joint, edgy, seedy beautiful and trashy with life , not presentable , girls twisting nakedly against cold errections. I headed for Johnnys bar opposite Preservation Hall . I sat there watching the tv. Australia was playing Germany in the World Cup. Johnnys bar was the only joint open that night when Katerina blew through. It must have been pretty crowded that night the joint was so small. The hours rolled on, I found myself on Frenchman Street . I came for the funk . Bar hopping I dropped into bar after bar , in the end I staggered out into the Afro-American night lost and drunk staggering down hood streets before finding my streetcar named desire .