I Am a Snob. Chapter 578.

I do not think that I am telling tales out of school when I observe that I am a snob. It is obvious for all to see. It is a full time job. It took, years and years of preparation. I live the life of a galley slave. This is why I live in New Orleans.

I live in the City Care Forgot.

I do not care.

Being a snob is the only fault I can stomach. New Orleans is full of snobs.

When I was younger, I only dated baronesses with names like trombones. Nowadays, I am married to Mrs. King. I leave the baronesses alone.

Baroness Pontalba is long dead.

The heart may be a lonely hunter but home is where the heart is.

My snobbish friends and I sometimes get together with our other snobbish friends. We snob it up in style. Sometimes there are guests who bring cocaine. We hate that. Instead, we eat camembert with the tiny spoons.

I am a snob.

Now, I will tell you the embarrassment of snobby riches I found myself rolling in today.