I love New Orleans, but I don’t love Bourbon Street. On a visit to the city in 2010, my friend Gino and I had to walk from the W Hotel to Frenchmen, so we chose Bourbon as our path. With a point-and-shoot in hand, I snapped some photos of folks passing by on the urine-and-vomit-soaked street. (Note: I took these photos with a broken, cheap camera then edited them in my phone. Hope that explains the lousy, grainy quality.)