Punk Barbie is in charge. Siouxsie and the Banshees is dominating the playlist. Punk Barbie has hair like Siouxsie Sioux. What is not to like? Boy George let me wear her hat. It is much heavier than I would have thought. We all took photos with each other. Such is the state of the age.
Evening in New Orleans is different from afternoon in New Orleans.
I used to be a creature of the night. I got a B-12 shot recently and ever since I have felt like a new man. I feel like I am 23 years younger than the calendar says. I think you are supposed to get a prescription for a B-12 shot. I got mine on Bienville Street on the sly. It was a muscle bang.
Aunt Tiki’s is a habitat for nearby Vieux Carré habitués. I have met two tourists during my visits here. They got to smooching as the night wore on.
It is August, after all, so there are not many tourists in the city. I love August. I do not make much money during August but I love having the run of the city.
I also love the heat. I am almost alone in loving the heat. I love the heat.
I enjoy living in New Orleans. That B-12 shot really turned my frown upside down. Happiness loves company and I am finding plenty of pleasant company at Aunt Tiki’s.
Aunt Tiki’s is like Checkpoint Charlie’s, only better. It is like how New Orleans is like where you live, only better.
I was talking to Marais today about how I bend the world to my own design. Let me tell you what happened next.