Live Jazz and a Buffet Breakfast in New Orleans

There was a man wandering up and down Canal Street in New Orleans shaking a collection tin at tourists in Hawaiian shirts. He was watching everything that went on along that road and every now and again he’d notice a traffic violation and scream things like, “No left! NO LEFT! Dumb fuck! I’ve scraped three…

Meeting A Stranger in New Orleans

I enjoy meeting strangers when I travel. You get to share stories and hear about people’s lives who live so very far away from you. It brings the world a little bit closer together. I met a few strangers in New Orleans. One such person was a teenage black girl with an undecided number of…

Masturbating in Restaurants

When I sit alone at a table for four I often think I look like a guy who enjoys masturbating in restaurants. This is especially true in classy restaurants that have foreign words on the menu and toilet paper in the loos. I can’t help but feel that I look like a guy only there…