To the 20-something guy on North Park Street, lying face down in a puddle of alcoholism: I get that it's Saturday night, and that drinking is fun. But, if you feel the need to get so intoxicated that you pass out in public, at least do it under the concealment of some well placed garbage bags. I don't want to have to trip over your booze-basted corpse, and avoid your drunk, leering friends to get home.

There's a religious based group meeting you might want to look in to.