New Orleans Chinatown Snuff. Chapter 647.

When I was at a hipster coffee shop in the Bywater for breakfast today with Mrs. King, there was a photographic print hanging over the mantle of a bricked up fireplace. It was a Dada masterpiece.

Paging Man Ray. Man Ray, white courtesy telephone, please.

There are no pay phones in New Orleans, not even at the train station.

At this hipster coffee shop, I…