Dead End Metairie.

Billy Idol is on the radio. I hang out in the classiest spots every afternoon. Whatever is good enough for Guy Fieri is good enough for me. This is how I feel about Commander’s Palace. If it is good enough for those rich people Uptown, it is good enough for me.

Mrs. Peel and I had lunch here the last time she was in town. That was a week or two ago. Time flies when you are having fun.

A surfeit of paid subscribers have been slipping over the sluices of the paywall the last seven days. It is nice to see them. I need to get on top of my game. I wonder if anyone will notice the difference.

I gemmed my tooth, as the young people like to say.

Mrs. King is not amused. I am growing accustomed to it. Mrs. King will soon, too. Mrs. King has the patience of a saint.

On that note, we are putting up the paywall. It is going get really juicy after this part. I gotta deliver value behind the paywall. I have all these new paid subscribers. You should become one.

I am sure the story of my tooth gem is going to be worth telling. This is the material I have to work with. Let us see if I can spin dross into gold. I went to Metairie. It was weird.