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Hola ♥ies! I'm sick as fuck and look insane. I got a new job at the Hookah Cafe in NOLA and I've been meeting the craziest fuckin' people. I had a crazy night the other night after work: did a drug I've never done, tripped out in one of my favorite bars in NOLA after they were closed, went n got soul food cracked out like a motherfucker. Keep in mind I was wearing a black cocktail dress, sporting a blonde mohawk and a random assortment of BIGASS, nasty bruises. Yeah... thank god for being in a town where if you're not fucked up, people look at you funny.

In other news, still broke. Seems that is my fate for the time being. I'm really wishing I didn't have to go back up to New York. I'm just not ready for it yet. I still have a great many things to discover in this crazy, old, haunted town. I started writing a little bit: on the job, before we get slammed with drunk people trying to toke out of the hookahs. I sold my shirt to one of the drunk customers the other night for $25 because she asked and met her photographer friend. Turns out, he wants to take some pictures of me around NOLA and I am so fucking excited. His photography is amazing and his subjects are the ones that I'm looking to meet during my stay.

As much as I'm enjoying myself, I am worried about this sick shit. My throat has been giving me a lot of problems. Apparently, there isn't a doctor within 75 miles of here that takes my insurance and I'm broke as fuck, so looks like I'm up the creek. It would be nice if my family down here gave a shit, but whatever. Such is life. People: gimme something to do, a crazy adventure to have or something. I feel like getting out a bit...