The Best Chinese Food in New Orleans. Chapter 621.

I just talked to two Israelis. God bless them. They are driving to Mount Rushmore tomorrow. I told them they have to go to Wall Drug en route.

I told them what a jackalope is.

Every good bar that I have ever been in has had a jackalope mounted on its wall.

I missed the beer pong tournament. I am kicking myself. All the contestants in the tournament were dressed as Leather Tuscadero. I am kicking myself.

Dreams rarely come true.

I am sitting next to Leather as I write this. It is a pleasant surprise. I would rather be surrounded by six of her. There ain’t nothing like the real thing.

Leather just said I can hear a mouse yawn down the block. Somehow, I did not hear the crowd at the beer pong tournament and it was only three blocks from my house. I have selective hearing.

I just heard a rumor. Let me put up the paywall…