On Saturday evening I was working on feature story about Broad Street, and as I turned the corner near Comfort I ran into Singing Shorty aka Alphonso Washington.
He looked at me and said "let me sing you a song". Before I could say a word he launched into a dark tune about death and despair. All this was delivered with the utmost sincerity.
When he finished he said, "If I'm singing that means I'm not drinking. I just have to keep singing."