exercise 11

Living down here I see a lot of strange people. The sad old man with the hat who wears an advertisement sign like a coat. The insane homeless man who screams at himself while sitting on the ground by the shell station. These people are the extreme cases, there are many more just like them, only maybe just a little bit more sane. There are a whole bunch of whoadies everywhere in New Orleans, sometimes I hear them hollering, "Sayy, boh! ya gotta Joe?", but sometimes they just walk around and flash the golden freckling in their dentals. But really though, most people who live in New Orleans are crazy, or at least as nuts as me, thats why I follow this quote when I assess who's really a crazy person, "just cuz ya got gold teeth, that don't make ya the enemy. Everybody with dreads, they ain't down for the cause". So basically, you can't just judge somebody on how ridiculous they look down here, well you can, but you might be sorely mistaken. Also don't trust nobody who tells you they have a gun in their waist, if they had one they wouldn't be needin' to tell you about it. And if they do have one, you're supposed to keep it in your glovebox.