book in canadur
this cat ruled, was just hangin’ outside this cafe when i walked in, still there on my way out, totally unbothered.
spooned all the egg and ham out of it, this close to rock hard.
sigh.
ehm i guess red isn’t your colour?
mildly funny, dudes relax, the front of your shotgun house and stairs aren’t even that appealing to party on, i’ve seen better.
toxic flood water and the date the home was searched, in some neighbourhoods the date is as far as three weeks after the flood. some houses get repainted and the tag is sprayed on again as an homage.
such a terribly pretty place.
abandoned phones look peculiar, this is in chicago waiting for my connecting flight, my pics are out of order sorry doooooods.
an american (old) dude asked me what my paperback said on it, he said doesn’t that mean death? in front of everyone waiting to get off the flight what landed in NOLA and i had to correct him in front of everyone, no, it actually means a swear word, SHIT. death is mort but he already wasn’t listening. i noticed that’s a common theme for americans, they speak to you just to speak at you not for any sort of conversation, just so they can say what they had in their head then carry on. now not for ALL americans i encountered, just, some of them. the stupid touristy ones.
yep, seriously.
pitt was conceived in this bar.
leslie’s late breakfast.
mine. i’m glad they didn’t butter that toast as i would have wolfed it, 1 point me, 0 points that diner.
i was a bit weary in ordering this after my nite of comatose in the hotel bathroom but figured what the hell right?
brought it to go, couldn’t finish it, too much shit floating around in it.
three preppy dudes left this all behind, what a magnificent waste. the bus dude said y’all take pictures of anything and i mulled over it for the duration of being there, i didn’t want him to lump me in with every other retard in the quarter with their cameras. i did say well i just wanted to get their champagne glasses, but he too was already not listening.
one of many places i was too shy (proud) to order anything from.
bourbon street. smells like puke.
upon seeing this mask, cid lost his shit, he got all big and his fur stood up, he looked like a raccoon. we cool now.
hotel 2, the westin. far superior.
right after my barf salad.
looks like the size of a fucking shopping mall.
yeah, cos he’s banging his secretary.
this tour guide snapped at a few people on the tour he goes is there a problem? DO YOU have a problem? cos a couple people were crackin’ jokes i guess and had to-go cups, easy bro, just cos you have the worst acne scarred face that i have ever seen doesn’t mean your tour groupies are talking about it. no one looked like they were enjoying themself at all.
yes, that woman is wearing a velour gypsy dress, white velcro runners and a hippie shirt and was also chain smoking, ungh disgusting. just one of many unfortunately.
bro, i think you veto’d your right at dolin’ out death glares when you woke up that morning and put on a tent for pants. that chick had a cat ears head band on. bonus fat gypsy rainbow in the background.
they holler at you to have a reading or whatever bullshit they’re selling, i managed to hold back a snipey remark, remarkably.
napoleon, wonder if he ever drank here.
this house was used in interview with the vampire, some of it apparently.
brangelina, let me in!
