My Robot Is Pregnant theme song!

photo posted from my iPhone
Sorry if this is a compare and contrast exercise but I’m really not used to ashtrays everywhere. And this total lack of hipsters is unnerving. I’m at a coffee shop AND NOT ONE PERSON HAS A MACBOOK!! IT’S A SEA OF DELLS AND TOSHIBAS!!! (if I could make these caps even more capped I would stress the toshiba)

I got thrown out of Iggys, the bar above, for talking about drugs to a fag! (who told the owner, who asked me to leave). If you can’t sit in front of a bar getting drunk while a gay man dressed in a roman toga asks you about your shoes while other drunks are inside playing video poker and talk about drugs, what kind of weird line has been drawn in the New Orleans Parish sand? It’s like East Germany where you can’t even trust your family. A forty year old alcoholic telling on me because I wanted to get high? This is a serious stain on the city.

Sure, it’s a beautiful city. I love that cats are lounging under trees and scooting under fences everywhere. The amount of wrought iron fences and finials is probably responsible for the slow sinking of the city. The crooked old front doors and long planks warped from age give the homes an approachable old friend appeal. But I prefer getting kicked out of bars for actions not words. Like riding a motorcycle inside. Biting the bartender. Throwing up on the pool table. Okay. Ask me to leave. I get it. But this is injustice.