Shhnnort…Aha. I got a nose full of powder and feel fucking europhic! I thinks that’s the word for it. Oh I feel great , ‘cept for that friggin shot of penicillin’ …my asscheek smarts like a son of a bitch.
Tonight we’re going to the The CLAW.
? It’s one of those ‘clip joints’ It’s a daiquiri shop with a trio of Cajun dreambot poker consoles
? which is actually a front for money laundering
? prostitution
I came to New Orleans with the usual big dreams of easy living and all that jazz.
I started out earnestly enough as a street musician, but I soon discovered that you had to have a musician union license if you wanted a spot on the street…
On a Saturday afternoon Sudsly and I were playing a few popular tunes and we had attracted a small gathering of people…the hat was actually starting to accumulate a little cash.
Then as if out of nowhere an obnoxious middle-aged woman with a visor and some sort of badge appeared on the fringe of our little gathering started cackling about how “we weren’t part of the official Big Easy Festival entertainment lineup.