There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy,
And God I know I'm one.
Whatever happened to the good, old-fashioned bordello? A house where a man could go to find entertainments of many kinds, sex being just one of them. A place with class and old world charm, where a man was made to feel welcome.
Maybe they still exist somewhere, perhaps in some secret place in New Orleans, or similar places.
I have a suspicion that these establishments died out around the same time that fast-food was invented. Now everything is about getting you in and out as fast as possible.
Not that I have any experience with places of that sort.
I got myself out of the house last night; some of my family was here from CA, and we went to dinner with them.
I then went to Best Buy and indulged my compulsion to buy movies. I picked up Gungrave Vol. 6 (when Vol. 7 comes out my collection will be complete), Star Wars Clone Wars Vol. 1, Pitch Black, and Rebel Without a Cause. James Dean was a pretty cool cat.
I have begun stage one of my plan to rule the world. This stage involves assembling the most frighteningly intelligent and beautiful women I can find. I have a few already, selected primarly from the ranks of SGs. These women will be my trusted advisors and the like.
I must still find more, however, before I can begin stage 2. I must also formulate a plan for stage 2, because I have no idea what stage 2 is; my mind has been occupied with stage 1.
It's raining today. I still can't wash my car! And it's really in need of it. Argh! At this rate it's never going to get it's bi-annual hard waxing. I must also take it in for an oil change and everything. Owning a car can be such a hassle!
But I hope you all have good days, dear readers. I don't know what I'd do without you all!
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy,
And God I know I'm one.
Whatever happened to the good, old-fashioned bordello? A house where a man could go to find entertainments of many kinds, sex being just one of them. A place with class and old world charm, where a man was made to feel welcome.
Maybe they still exist somewhere, perhaps in some secret place in New Orleans, or similar places.
I have a suspicion that these establishments died out around the same time that fast-food was invented. Now everything is about getting you in and out as fast as possible.
Not that I have any experience with places of that sort.
I got myself out of the house last night; some of my family was here from CA, and we went to dinner with them.
I then went to Best Buy and indulged my compulsion to buy movies. I picked up Gungrave Vol. 6 (when Vol. 7 comes out my collection will be complete), Star Wars Clone Wars Vol. 1, Pitch Black, and Rebel Without a Cause. James Dean was a pretty cool cat.
I have begun stage one of my plan to rule the world. This stage involves assembling the most frighteningly intelligent and beautiful women I can find. I have a few already, selected primarly from the ranks of SGs. These women will be my trusted advisors and the like.
I must still find more, however, before I can begin stage 2. I must also formulate a plan for stage 2, because I have no idea what stage 2 is; my mind has been occupied with stage 1.
It's raining today. I still can't wash my car! And it's really in need of it. Argh! At this rate it's never going to get it's bi-annual hard waxing. I must also take it in for an oil change and everything. Owning a car can be such a hassle!
But I hope you all have good days, dear readers. I don't know what I'd do without you all!
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i'll admit though. it would be really cool to have a reason to put on my trashiest clothes and head out to my favorite spot where i would drink and play poker or gin rummy, and hang out with other folks of ill repute. as long as they were girls. whenever i put on trashy clothes and then go to a place with the opposite sex it's like one long night of fending off unwanted advances and lingering glances.
i rhymed!