I'm Home

Public Service Annoucement: The Chocolate City Has Just Been Renamed to The Nigga City



Mind you, I've gotten use to living in White America. Rayanne suggested we go to Esplanade to go shopping, and in more or less words, to kill sometime before that night. So we go to the mall, and what I see was like a distant memory...BLACK PEOPLE EVERYWHERE! You have the classic ghetto hair-dos with the different colors that aren't hard to see across the mall, the teenagers just walking around like it's a Saturday night at The Grand, and the crying children running around bumping into people when actuality they need a leash because after awhile I ready to bend them over and whip them. Not complaining, because I'm home, and even if we black folks run these white people out of Metairie and Kenner and Jefferson, atleast I'm still home. I'm somewhat disappointed by the weather, but I knew it would be kinda crappy, and even if most services are limited for the time, I'm still home. I've yet to go out to the East, or Gentilly, or any area I've grown up in, I've steadily been transported back and forth between the Westbank by Malcolm and Destrehan by Rayanne, and Metairie in between all of that. We went to Friar Tuck's (a white club) last night because we couldn't go to Endymion. We had fun, lots of fun...the only thing I'm upset about is my shoes...I should have worn shitty ones :)
We're suppose to go to Bacchus/Endymion because it was postponed last night, and then to Dreams...and then to Bourbon where I can finally have a reason to get pissy drunk. Well maybe not pissy drunk, the last time that happened I ended up peeing in a parking lot outside of Hooters...not that I remember much but my friends verified that for me.