Death is Everywhere.

Everywhere I have been today it has smelled like the back of a laundromat, where the dryer vents are. The air is linty today, which would explain why my fedora is linty. Who knows what is going on? It is one crazy thing after another in New Orleans. Maybe there was an explosion at that bunting factory on Port Street. Who knows?

I hate to travel far but that is the only way to get away from prying eyes.