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Wait For Me
To the person living under my house in New Orleans I have to warn you that we have called the police.

--I don't see any phone wires under here--

You can't stay there.

--Why not?--

First and foremost because you snore, mane.

--I can sleep on my side, if you had just told me earlier...--

No, I'm telling you now, go find a shelter.

--People f with you in them shelters, they steal your shit, and I got beat up last time.--

You probably got beat up because you pissed somebody off not doing what they ask you to do.

--Man was trying to handle me.--

And you're driving the neighbor's dogs crazy. So you snore and the dogs bark, it's no good.

--I could sleep on your couch?--

No.

--People aren't nice to me.--

It is unnatural for some to be nice.

--I won't snore, please...--

Look man, I'll give you a ride to an uptown shelter, that's the best I'm going to do for you.

--You're not here to give me a ride.--

I will be there.

--When?--

Soon.

--Ok, I'll wait for you.--
- jimlouis 11-19-2003 3:44 pm [link] [2 comments]

The Inn At Little What?
You might ask what could be better than the chococlate cream pie at a Waffle House and the truth is nothing is better unless you think back to the night before and that foi gras laid atop medium rare handcut tenderloin filets, with baby carrots, and potatoes baked in cream, preceded by sushi-grade tuna seared in some herbs I can't remember and wines I can't specifically remember that well either except they were French, Californian, and South African.

So it turns out fine dining really is fine and can in this case be seen as the reward for your laissez-faire attitude concerning work--or "sure" being your answer to the question "can you stay until Monday morning?"

There was a wine from the night before, I think Sonoma Valley born, that is made from vines which grow out of holes bored into rock, creating that stress which surviving makes all of us tastier.

Did I mention the mashed sweet potatoes yet?

So, that was Bucks County, PA., where horses named Bear and Jacque may be this very minute loitering near the bottle dump, chomping on the soft two by four toenailed brace of our design.
- jimlouis 11-18-2003 4:30 pm [link] [1 comment]