dinner with mayor nagin...
picked up at seven-thirty. stretch hummer. twenty-twos. runs on polluted water extracted from the mouths of drowned white katrina victims. we drive fast. chocolate cities conform to actions such as this. the excessive heat does little to dampen the mood. no a/c. funds are best diverted to diversity. museums. galleries. these are important. people need to see where they come from. they learn from it. white males develop guilt from it. nobody goes.
conversation is kept at a minimum. the budget is equally as tight in this regard. remembering when jazz was not important. i'm not comfortable with that. cajun food is overrated. nagin begins to compare the levees to a street curb. i'm wondering if either is worthy of continued mention. he loses me in a sea of saints fans. they're on their way to texas. i'm considering leaving as well. coastline without a beach should never be trusted. and i don't drink milk. people like nagin wouldn't understand that. people like nagin like to rebuild. they alter milk because it wasn't right the first time. they fix things, then forget. nobody pays attention. i prefer to make better selections.
maybe that's being a little vanilla.
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