Magnet for alcoholics...

As I mentioned in the previous entry, the old men next door have been long gone. Evicted.

Including the stumbling drunk who would come home during the wee hours of the morning, vomiting, or crawling up to the stoop, where he then passed out. Or would thump weakly on the door for admission.

Just now, I heard a neighbour cursing (quite colourfully, I might add) and shouting. Initially, I though he was alone and crazy.

Turns out, he knew the guy who was lying in the street after tying one too many on.

Full grown men + too much booze = dead weight

Why does this part our street act as a beacon for staggeringly drunk alcoholics? Why?