Pardon me while I step over the puke on Decatur Street from the famous New Orleans Halloween celebration.

If you want to party on Halloween, I say go for it with as much gusto as possible. But my goodness, you should have seen leftovers on Decatur this morning around 6 am. Not just bottles, cans and food, but the passed out peeps of New Orleans may have reached record numbers overnight.

And people, if you can’t hold your liquor, at least barf on the street and not the sidewalk. The dog thought it was breakfast for him, I thought it was hideous.

Congrats to SDT though. I scream and holler often about the trash conditions in the quarter but by the time I started walking to the vehicle about 8:30, the streets and the sidewalks had been swept and washed already. Folks trust me when I say it was Mardi Gras style debris so seriously, cool job SDT.

Eddie Jordan has been given a “golden parachute” to get the hell outta office. Boy I hope someone has a parachute for me when they want to can my ass. Screw running radio stations, I need to become an incompetent attorney who lets politicians come into my office and fire all the black folks. I want my golden parachute for screwing an entire city beyond comprehension.

What’s this buzz I’m hearing in my ear? Dr. Blakey? Yeah I know of him. Say what? Call some people in Oakland and find out what really happened while he was helping them recover? No no no, not again. Dammit.
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