New Orleans East.

I was on top of the Ceasar’s Superdome today. I was looking for you. I couldn’t find you. I couldn’t find you. I couldn’t see you.

Then I saw you. You were on Chef Menteur Highway. Were you down on your luck?

Why were you there? That stretch is. mostly no-tell motels full of drug dealers and prostitutes. If that is your thing, it is none of my bus…