Butterbean. Chapter 503.

I just ran into Butterbean. He was at Aunt Tiki’s. I am talking about the novelty boxer. I did not ask why he is in New Orleans. You know me, I mind my own business. I have not followed his career but I was a familiar enough with his reputation to recognize him. I always put my money on Butterbean. He is a sure thing. As someone who dislikes being called out as a celebrity, I played it cool.

I do not even glance in Anthony Mackey’s way when he shows up, but I am used to running interference for Mackey so he can enjoy his date night. I had never met Butterbean before tonight. He sat next to me. I was honored. I love the sweet science of pugilism. I am saying that I love a good bout of boxing. Butterbean is a knockout machine.

Bang, bang. Out go the lights.

Butterbean and I got to talking and he told me that he had just come from the Abbey. I found this interesting so we engaged in conversation. I enjoy hobnobbing with the greats.

Butterbean saw something that had got him to thinking so he left the Abbey and began to wander further downriver on Lower Decatur Street in search of answers to some of life’s more persistent and perplexing questions. He walked into Aunt Tiki’s and plopped down next to your humble narrator.

Let me tell you what happened next in a moment.