NOLA journal entry 1 - 2/22/22 or "do things worth writing about"

Goddamn its TWOsday. All 2's on a literal fucking Tuesday. And guess where the fuck I landed today? New Fuckin Orleans. I mean shit where do I start? I read 42 pages of Nabokov and was able to hip the ladies next to me that the bridge they'd been ogling at for over 5 minutes is the longest uninterrupted bridge in the world (23 miles). The Causeway! Uber driver said he hates being on it, the "muddafucka foh-ty minutes". They really got the Birdman accent down here! Mans even said "tree" instead of "three"! He also got me hip to some shit. So on the way to [redacted] we passed Popeye's. I had to ask: is it any different here from anywhere else? Turns out "the recipe dont leave the state" No other Popeye's outside of Louisiana will be seasoned by the Creole/Cajun(?) Gods. He wasn't sure how the chicken was made to taste different but it just was. It may have a larger "infusion". Hell, not even in Georgia is the Popeye's worth a damn. Down here they "love that chicken from Popeye's" so much so that the lines be lookin like the Chik-Fil-A lines in Elkridge. Needless to say, im adding Popeyes to my list of shit to eat down here. My first meal here was from Banh Mi Boys. I had these fries covered with shredded steak, some sort of sauce, and topped with an egg. It was very good (next time ask for more sauce) and we were rung up by a very cute person. Tomorrow I'm eating @ Dat Dog--this funky-cool lookin hotdog place and Im going back to Peach records shop to get a shirt. Man is that place cool! And vast! Waves and waves of aisles and aisles of vinyls and CDs and merch. And very well-conditioned too. The owner is a character, kooky yet charming [redacted]. Or could she have been a manager? IDK but I think the former due to her age, the lack of a uniform (everyone else had a peach somewhere on their shirt), and the conversation she engaged me w/ at the closing of the store when I was embarrassingly the last non-employee in the place. "Where ya from" she asked, as I I'd mentioned I was in town for a week. I told her Baltimore + she asked how the record stores are there. I basically stated they were not as impressive as her shop; Indeed I was impressed--there were so many rare items. There were a few copies of Kanye's College Dropout on vinyl $100 a pop--and that wasn't all either. I particularly appreciated the section dedicated to the patron saints of New Orleans music--artists such as Dr. John, Professor Longhair, etc. She said the problem with/ vinyl shops is that their owners are young and only fill shops up with music they like w/o giving a care to what other people liked. Hell, there was a fuckin Sugar Hill records vinyl of Grandmaster Flash & the Furious Five. Like what the FUCK!!! In the back left there's a little stage/platform. I enquired and they do indeed have live performances. They'll resume when COVID unwraps its cold fist from our puny necks. As I write this I must try to remember to live in the moment--enjoy it, take in the sounds, the silence, the wind, the eyefulls of stimulae and deflate every thought thats gonna lead me to comparing myself to another person. Admiration is normal and healthy until it leads you to hate yourself. Nobody is that dope that you need to hate yourself. More on hating yourself later (I've got a theory on that). I got pretty motto-y there but I think I must still be under the influence of those quotes that I looked forward to reading and collecting on the e-reader the man in the aisle seat a row in front of me and to the right was reading. I lurked and took note of the ones that I found interesting or that could be of use/put things into perspective:

There's many witty men whose brains cant fill their bellies.

Dont wanna be forgotten ? (after u die) Do things worth writing about or write something worth reading