If while leaving the New Orleans Municipal Traffic Court at Tulane Ave. and S. Broad, you can't remember where you parked, so you walk around the ghetto, sweating and crying, past the OPP (Orleans Parish Prison), getting catcalled by recently-released thugs; do not, under any circumstances, ask one of the many nearby police officers for help. Because they do not care, and they will not help you. Oh, and if your phone dies, borrow one from a civilian--not an officer--and call your dad, who will pick you up, drive around with you until you find your car, and then take you to lunch.
P.S. Traffic Court no longer accepts credit cards. Also, their online system is down. Drive flawlessly. As Ballzack says, "Nothing in New Orleans don't ever work/the fucking stop lights don't even work/the fucking City Hall don't ever work/the fucking school board don't even work/You can get away with murder, man, they don't give a fuck/but if they catch you speeding they gonna lock you up." Yah.
4 comments:
I was driving on down St. Charles and there was a street dept. crew with warning signs saying "Men Resting".
As I drove by, I could hear the roar of snores.
this is some classist, possibly racist stupid ignorant white girl shit...
kate you are really not good at finding cars and you might be a racist stupid ignorant white girl, but i still think this is the best blog eva!! represent mid city!!!
If people talk shit, can they __please__ leave their name so as not to seem cowardly and ignorant themselves?
CONTEXT it's all about context, right kate?
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