Well, it was the first one in more than 11 years of profession sessions…(aside from one that Michelle Fury and I ran off and found him trying to do felonious chemicals in My house and waskicked out immediately about 6-7 years ago) I had a crazy person show up for an appointment.

I had to call 911 today, and I never saw the cops come so fast.

The minute the fruitcake came through the door he started getting all agro claiming to be the next president of the USA. He wore a dirty cheap suit and had a black eye and the second I saw him I said “Is that how you come here? You are a mess!” Once he spoke his psychotic paranoid delusions were confirmed a possitive!

I matter of factly turned him around and marched him out the door…he started sitting on the prosh and throwing things…mad that I wouldn’t take him in and spank him. I looked out the window on the front door and he got up and screamed at me through the glass as I called the cops.

The cops came and asked too many questions as to why he was here…so I just laid it on the line…”He wanted a spanking…and that is what I do, he called an ad.” They laughed and told me to keep up the good work before they went after him.

To cover up my role in this would only make the reality seem like fiction and start to make me look like I was doing something wrong…honesty is the best policy.

It was a lady cop and a guy cop…and she was pretty so most of you boys would have been thrilled to see her knowing smile and laugh in the uniform with her handcuffs on her hip.

Crazies don’t scare me really, it’s the ones that are sociopathic yet totally cognant of their malice, yet they don’t care. He just pissed me off that he wasted my time, and put me in an awkward moment with the cops questioning me…no harm done…but he needs to be in a nice padded room, where they will drug and delouse him. No longer a harm to himself or others.

I went with Natasha to her work, then went to Aunt Tiki’s to spend time with My friend Brian before this move…he was being a crabby bitch…and I know why…poor Brian.

I wasn’t to very motivated to get off the stool and ride the bus home, and because Mistress Natasha’s bike was stolen I didn’t ride My bike so I could join her on the streetcar. Luckily Seal came in, and she lives blocks from Me, so I wated till the heavy rains stopped and rode home with her and Boone.

It was nice, just a few good people and a rain shower…watching “Once Upon a Time in Mexico” and “Chicago”, people playing board games on the bar, and music on the juke bnox…come to think of it I am describing the recroom of any Mental Institution. Well the Quarter is one big incestuous funnyfarm. I like low key nights like that…but I miss the days of the Hideout…when it was rowdy, the jukeboy was better, we had Candace, Todd Pamela, Avo and Wendy…women danced on the bar as Prince would sing “Pussy Control” and we all had “Red Headed Sluts”. And we thought there wasn’t much to do in New Orleans back then…we took so much for granted…now we have this deep recession and look at us…all that we had has closed down or gone to the dogs. Everyone has moved away.

Walking down Bourbon ST. I saw an amazing new scene of unbathed, homeless panhandling gutter punks…all in the clothes that are so dirty that they start to match in different shades of the same colors…whites reds greens browns and blacks all seem to turn some weird shade of brown-green on them from dirt, body oils, filth and nicotine…yum.

And for a gutter punk joke:
“How do you get a gutter punk girl pregnant?”
“Cum in her boots and let the flies do the work.”

This town depresses Me.