This man described himself as a drunk. I would describe him as a story teller. Most of the drunks I encountered in Uptown could barely cobble together sentences, but this man loved to talk about his past and about life on the streets of Uptown. He told me that the cops had quotas to fill for winos. They would sweep “wino street” (Wilson) periodically and pick up the drunk or sober. He claimed the police would take them to south side jails from which they had to walk back home. I took this photo in 1974. Note the grime in his fingernails and the cuts on his hands and knuckles. It was common for men like this one to get in bar fights.