Well - in 1992 I went to Mardi Gras with Big Daddy Caine. This was my first time to Louisiana. Anyway, long story short, at some point I was standing on top of a garbage can snagging beads when who but Segall came by on a float. He was about three stories up so I couldn't reach him. Anyway, I demonstrated some of my patented "Soddy Karate" moves just to let him know where he stood in the southern martial arts hierarchy.
He just stared at me like he would very much like to remove my spleen.
Anyway, I'm alive so it should be self-evident that he didn't bother to come down off the float.