Artist Chestee Harrington was in town for Mardi Gras so we made arrangements to knock out some pictures (saving me a trip to Lafayette). We had the run of a sparsely furnished house on St. Charles and quickly got what we needed. Being that Fat Tuesday was approaching, we couldn't help but get harassed by a passing beggar. Now before you accuse me of being insensitive to beggars... the guy asked us for laundry detergent (??), and when we said we couldn't help him (we were both visiting a practically empty house), he gruffly accused us of lying and wandered off muttering to himself. I guess I need to start carrying detergents around in addition to my pocket change.