The Flapper has just put Donna Summer on the jukebox. I feel love. New Orleans is good.
Because this is my favorite song, being a child of the 1970s, I love disco, I thought I should finally get to work. I had lunch with a dame and her mother, yukking it up, and, after that, I have been reading a very interesting magazine that is not Playboy.
I am a child of the 1970s. I only read Playboy for the articles, which, really, were very good.
Being alive in 2023, I am drinking cold Japanese sake out of a juice box. I cannot wait to see what unthinkable delights await in 2024.
When I was a child, everything coming out of Japan was junk. People called Japanese cars “rice burners."
The world is a poison butterfly.
Time spent in New Orleans is the antidote. You can take it from anyone who lives here.
Do you know when people order a soft-shell crab, the first thing they eat is the legs? Today has been all leg.
Now, it is time to savor the body. I hope it has a lot of tomalley, or whatever a crab’s liver is called.