He’d come from Lansing because his mother, over cereal one day, told him the name of his real father. A google pulled up a listing in the French Quarter, and, without thinking about it, he got on a bus headed south.
On the way he befriended a one-eyed man, lost his money to a little girl, won a secret in a card game, smoked pot for the first time, and saved a cat. The cat followed him. Its name is Dog.
His first night, he gets drunk, lurches through a door with red curtains, looking for a bathroom.
That’s how.