Worlds Collide. Chapter 546.

When I tell you everything is real, I mean just that. Everything is real. As most people who know me will tell you, I live in a world of my own. As most people who know me will tell you, I live in the real world.

Leather Tuscadero met Python Lady.

When I introduce people to each other, I have to tell them who they are. I jerked my head—”That’s Python Lady over there,” I said. “She’s the orange blossom with the long stems.”

Leather Tuscadero’s eyes went wide as saucers.

“Wh-a-a-a-a-a-t?!?” Leather said.

Leather said to Python Lady, “Do you know that you’re famous?”

Python Lady rolled her eyes. “Famous in his mind, maybe,” Python Lady said, jerking her head in my direction.

Python Lady is old, chipped, she has seen it all in her well-worn, jaded years. Python Lady has come by her world-weariness honestly. She has earned it. Regular readers know that I spend a fruitful amount of time in Python Lady’s company. The highlight of my day is when I watch her go about her toilet. She does not like it when I describe it that way.

“Everything he says is true,” Python Lady told Leather Tuscadero. “The only problem is that you can’t believe a word of it.”

Then, Vincent showed up. Today was a trifecta of a day. I will tell you about the rest behind the paywall.

Someone asked me if this is an AI-generated photo:

I live in the real world. This is my life. I have not owned a car since I was 18. I turn 58 this month. I live in New Orleans.