the blag that gets in the way

so tonight is my last night. tonight we got to frenchmen street and whaddya know...fucking pirates. pirates everywhere. young, old, slutty, playing snare drums, tubas, trumpets, cornets...selling bar food by cart with rum on tap.
alison and i bar-hopped for a while. started at the 'arr bar' in front of which was a cute little thing in cutoff shorts selling tamales out of her bike-cart. fucking guatemalans loved those shits, according to her.

saw this amazing brass band that played a version of 'chameleon' by herbie hancok that actually wasn't boring (listen to the album version of the song and see what i mean)
saw a great reggae band at the maison. (i danced my white ass off and had to get it replaced with a black one)

some guy was hitting on my sister and had i not been surrounded by great food, great music, and great people, i woulda socked him in the throat before he coulda said "hey baby"

fucked up a guy's shot at pool (by accident, and it wasn't an important shot. he blew, anyway)

talked to a drunk guy and found him 2o minutes later passed out in a barber's chair (apparently a hot choice of bar furniture) with a cigarette burning into his pants. i politely hit him in the shoulder to wake him up. he then proceeded to stumble out into the darkness. he's either got nobody or a pissed off significant other probably still waiting for him at home.

gave a homeless guy 5 bucks for food. i then proceeded to watch him go into a bar...and come out with a goddamn sandwich. and fries. what a guy.

so i'm smoking a bowl and listening to sonny rollins right now. a good ending. i miss sara like hell, but i'll be back in bristol tomorrow night.