This is not a good
place to be creeped out in.
Many people have
been creeped out here before me, sure. It’s a cliché. But that does not help
when it happens. And it’s happened. Now. To me.
I am all creeped
out in New Orleans.
This hotel room is creepy
and the lobby is creepy, and I can’t find the man I came looking for. But I
can’t get drunk in my room, either. For me that is not an option. For standing
with one’s back to the wall – my back – and scanning for something to be creeped
out by is no way to get drunk. Not even in New Orleans.
