Let X = X.

I was talking to a new acquaintance, it is too soon to call her a friend. I asked her if her name is spelled with an ‘ix’ or and ‘ex.’ Her companion, who I did not ask, nor did I acknowledge, said, “It’s always E-X!” I do not think he understood the question, since I was not talking to him. I only heard him talking to me because I have ears, not because I was listening.

Smooth move, Ex-Lax.

So, anyhow, I went to the American Italian Museum on South Peters Street today. I took Leather Tuscadero on the Vespa’s bitch seat.

There was a sky-blue sky today. The satellites are out. I wish the internet was working. This is New Orleans. Nothing works the way it should. Life is full of predictable, petty disappointments.

Leather and I had lunch at Carmo, on Julia Street. It was very good. That is why I am going to talk about it behind the paywall.

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