NOON IS THE NEW MIDNIGHT.

It might seem a bit overdone photo-wise but New Orleans got tapped on the shoulder pretty damn hard. There was no shortage of rain during my trip, due to Hurricane Season, but I did manage to get my sister to drag me out to Lakeview, which was hit pretty bad. We only had enough time to drive through the neighborhood for about 25 minutes but these pics give a good look at the destruction. The x's on the house detail info on when it was searched and the 0 with a line through it means no casualties were found on the premises.
This neighborhood was an absolute ghosttown, I mean nothing in sight. Whole houses had floated off leaving nothing but a cement square in it's place to commemorate the deadly Katrina.
To make matters worse I couldn't find a bathroom anywhere. When I walked into a small corner store the owner said his bathroom was only for employees, at which point I looked at him like Michael J. Foxx in Teen Wolf with glowing eyes when he tries to buy a beer and I told him, "This is a life and death situation."
He let me use the bathroom and I threw him a five on the way out without even looking back at him.
New Orleans, otherwise known as "The Big Easy."

BLISSVILLE

So the Beast was a little low on funds all summer, to say the least.
It was literally "I'll buy you this, I'll buy you that." Fully knowing he'd get me back eventually.
Now he's my hero.
Beast bought a yellow hunk-a-junk Gitane from a crackhead on avenue B for thirty dollars and after constant bitching on my part about how he never uses it, he put it on Craigslist for 400 dollars.
When asked about the high pricing he said "I might as well start high."
A couple people bidded, then, one guy from the United Kingdom said he wanted to buy it for two grand! I distinctly remember telling him it was b.s.
Two weeks later a check came in the mail, for 3899.00. Now he's got more money than anybody on Team Funny that I know.

The check that made me bug out and spit green tea on ice all over the kitchen floor in disbelief.

The bike that's slowly paying me back for alll thosee nightss.

Beast didn't want me to get too close fearing I would Jinx the whole thing while he made a deposit.

Let it be known I originally photoshopped out the name and numbers on the check and Beast said "Fuck it, make it an urban legend."

it's 20 DB hot, true quamp.

It has been bought to my attention that an ice cold drink in a hot shower can save your life. Now my whole shower game got changed up. it's not about cleaning anymore, it's about relaxing.

NIGHTCLUBS

There are a couple of good reasons why I usually don't attend night clubs. I don't have anything against them, but look how chaotic this looks. The girl in the pink, the guy having the time of his life twirling that shirt in the air (Almost positive I spotted him in the "Whoop there it is" video back in the day.), and the guy with the umbrella?! And the beads let you know it was really New Orleans and people drink like it's a profession more than anywhere I've ever traveled.
Maybe I should start going out to clubs more, by myself, and just take pictures and see what I stumble upon? But not New York clubs, that would be the worst. Maybe a club essay in Virginia or Wisconsin?
Possibly.

a couple boring shots from New Orleans

A guy standing on a corner as I walked by.

The Tower of Babel. Since the garbage system isn't fully on track we had to drop off our garbage at Elysian Fields. It was actually pretty fun.

A WIGWAM PROCRASTINATES IN THE NIGHT

No, posts, nothing. My internet has been down at the house and I've been too lazy to do anything about it. So I figured I'd wait 'til my roomate gets back from out of town. Probably just have to push a button to reset it or something. On a good note I've written two -three letters a day without the internet so it's been somewhat of a vacation. Sounds pathetic right?

THEIR NOT SUPPOSED TO MEAN A THING, OH WOH. OH WOH.

Of this batch I think I like all these photo's for my own reasons.
I like this lady on the bottom left because she's looking at me like, "So, do you wanna buy a fucking vowel or not?"

I like this photo because I can imagine it being a talk piece in some rich ass stock-brokers high rise apartment.

I like this because I aspire to one day have a haircut like this.

I like this because Slicks Caliente has struck again, look at that dirty grin of getting over on someone, somewhere.