Today I miss New Orleans. My friend Mead called me to tell me that on his way to work this morning he saw a transvestite getting hassled by a cop. The hassle part wasn't so nice to hear, but it's always comforting to know that drag queens will always be in the quarter, and so will silly vampire people and book fiends and record collectors and Tennessee Williams fanatics and street corner philosophers and musicians, and jasmine and rot on the air.
I'm a little homesick.
2 comments:
New Orleans misses you too, Pumpkin.
Aw, Big Dave. You're one of the reasons I'm thankful for being alive. Blessings upon you, sweet cheeks.
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