Defining Deviance

On the eastern side of the fountain circle at the opening of the Holley Plaza walkway, sitting at the end of a stone bench, there’s a quartet of vagrants—two of them have shopping carts crammed with junk—who have inaugurated a little party. They are drinking Heineken out of twenty-four-ounce cans, laughing, and speaking loudly, just as one would imagine four stereotypical drunken, homeless men would do. Their boom box, at their feet, is blasting hip-hop. “You think you a bad dude but you not!” one says. “Yeah, yeah, party like a rock star,” says another. “I kissed my