بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Ma Beautiful Black Bebies!!!

Well, it happened.

On Monday, when I parked Lulu, I tried to hide her because, as you can see, she’s stunning. And, I’ve caught would-be thieves eyeing her hungrily.

So, I always made sure she was securely locked up, especially after the first day I bought her and thought somebody stole her because I had failed to scramble the code on her lock.

Turns out I just forgot where I parked her. SMH

So, Tuesday, when I left, Allah TOLD me to GET HER, but I didn’t.

I didn’t feel like going to where I had parked her.

I didn’t think I was going far.

Allah Said “Get Her.”

But I disobeyed.

I ended up being gone for two days.

WALKING.

And when I went to go check on her last night

SHE WAS GONE!!!

I felt really sad

Because she was so unique.

I’ll never find another like her.

But Allah Told me to go to Walmart tomorrow

When I get my check

And buy another bike.

I was thinking maybe I don’t need one since I walked for two days.

But that is just because

I didn’t have far to go.

Allah Also Told Me That The Person(s)

Who Took Her Really Needed Her.

And luckily it happened

Right when I’m getting some more money!

*****

So, I never saw the Brother, who said he was going to get me a hotel, again.

I feel like it was a trick to get me to stay in the Library.

Voodou, you know.

They’ve been after me since I went to jail in 2014

Voodou is big in jail

All across the country.

But anyway,

I left and went to the store.

I bought one apple

And it cost $2.00!!!

It’s big, but dang!

$2.00 for ONE APPLE!!!

But I can buy some ramen noodles for a quarter.

“Them devils think they slick…”

Don’t eat ramen noodles.

They have LYE in them.

Our Beloved Messenger (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah forever be upon him) Taught us, in How To Eat To Live, that the money you think you are saving by buying cheap foods will only go to the doctor or pharmacist or UNDERTAKER!

So, eat the best of foods.

But I digress

No Lulu

And one more day til I get my check.

****

So, last night I found a new HONEYCOMB HIDEOUT

And everything was Gucci until Security came in around 3

And made me leave.

I hurried up and got out of there

AND

Right before I hit the exit

He goes,

“Wait! Before you leave…

“Do you have any…”

I knew he was going to ask for my I.D.

So, I acted like

I couldn’t hear him

AND

Practically ran out the door

Without stopping

And especially without turning around.

You can’t put me in jail

For trespassing

If you can’t catch me!

****

So, I found a bathroom

And locked myself in

Until Sunrise

Then an employee

Knocked on the door

SO

I hurried up

AND

Wrapped up what I was writing

AND

Pushed to another

SPOT.

IT WAS LIKE A LOBBY

AND

I

SAW

A

YOUNG

BLACK

COUPLE

SLEEPING ON EACH OTHER

On one of the couches.

SO

I

WAS

TRYING

TO CHILL

UNTIL

THE LIBRARY OPENED UP

BUT THEN I SAW THIS DEVIL

WHO

Worked there and I knew she wanted to make us leave

BUT

She was scared

To say something

And went back to her desk.

WELL

I was not about to sit there and wait for Security

To show up

Cause you Know she called them.

SO

I

PUSHED

TO YET ANOTHER

HONEYCOMB HIDEOUT

It was about 7:30

And I thought the Library opened at 9:30

I didn’t find out about this new spot

UNTIL

I

HAD

BEEN

SITTING

IN

THE

LOBBY

FOR

A

MINUTE

So, I just rested and slept a little more

Then pushed

(without LuLu 😥 )

To The Library

****

So, I see this Brother

Drinking

So, naturally, I tell him to stop

He seemed so moved by my show of concern

We talked for about half an hour

He told me his father died yesterday

And he had just lost his job this morning.

I just gave him the best news I could

AND

Told him to read

Message To The Blackman In America.

I see him outside now.

I think he was trying to play me though.

Everybody out here has a sad story

They tell you to try and get your sympathies

And trust

So they can con you.

It usually involves a dead parent.

But I met a Sister with H.I.V. too

****

So, after I left him

I went to the door of the Library

But they weren’t open yet

And there was a Brother

Dressed like a woman

In a big floppy hat, long skirt

And carrying two purses.

SO

I

GO

UP

TO

HIM

And Start Talking To Him

I asked him what is he doing with that skirt on?

It’s some woman out there that’s supposed to be wearing it.

I told him he’s a man.

Men are supposed to wear pants.

That’s the difference between men and women.

Men wear pants.

Women wear long skirts.

Haven’t you heard the term

“I wear the pants in this house?”

He laughed and I could tell I was getting through to him.

So, this Christian lady decides to jump in

And mess everything up

And starts telling him he reminded her of some fag she grew up with

And how he could sew anything and whatnot.

And I was like,

“You can’t sew?“

And she said she could hem pants and sew on a button

BUT

“Sexy” could sew ANYTHING!

I said

“So, can I!”

“You can too!

“Black women were CREATED to sew, cook, clean, take care of babies and our husbands…”

She was like

“We can do more than that.”

I was like, “Yeah, but that’s what we were CREATED to do.”

So, basically we got in to this HEATED discussion about gender roles

And you know that’s one of my favorite subjects.

After going back and forth for a while

I finally figured out

She didn’t want to lower her standard of living to let her husband provide for her.

She kept talking about how educated she was and makes plenty money.

I told her that was part of SUBMISSION.

She thought I was crazy.

I told her Good Luck with her relationship.

That’s the problem.

Women are too greedy.

More greedy than submissive.

I read “Their Eyes Were Watching God“

And they had a relationship wherein

She had enough money to support them both

But depended completely on Tea Cake to take care of her.

He wouldn’t have it any other way.

He was like,

“If I ain’t got it; YOU ain’t got it!”

And she agreed.

They had one of ONLY two successful, loving relationships

Between Black people I have ever read about.

The other one was written by a Jamaican

SO

I don’t even count that one.

****

But, on a high note, today is the first day of RAMADAN.

 We don’t eat from sunup to sundown

Every day in December

To get us away from the celebration

Of a false birthday of Jesus.

You can read more about it HERE

 I’m homeless

And the Holy Qur’an says you don’t have to fast

If you’re travelling.

Well

If you’re homeless,

Your ALWAYS travelling.

So, I don’t know if I’m going to fast.

I’m hungry now.

And this apple is calling me….

****

I’m so dirty,

It’s almost unbearable.

I feel like a Queen or somebody wealthy

Who has fallen on hard times.

I mean my clothes are top notch

They’re just DIRTY!

I spent my laundry money on food

I would wash them in a sink and let them air dry.

BUT

I’ve got to wash my cloak

AND

I just can’t see

Washing it in a sink

Then hauling it off somewhere to dry.

It’s faux fur

And would probably take two days anyway.

It’s so embarrassing.

I wasn’t tripping because

It’s the weekends when I really want to floss

BUT

There’s this book release tonight

AND

There’s going to be a live JAZZ band

With a fairly popular leader

AND

I’m

Going.

I’m

Just

Going

To

Stay

In

The Back

AND

Try to be as inconspicuous as possible

LOL

I’m thinking about it now, and it’s laughable.

I wear an M.G.T. garment

AND

A

WHITE

FUR

CLOAK

I might as well have THREE EYES!

LOL

But I am not about to pass up on an opportunity

To hear some live jazz.

On Second Thought….

I just looked up a video of the bandleader

And I can see he loves devils.

So,

I still want to read the book

Because it’s an autobiography of a Jazz musician

And there’s no better way to learn about music

Than by listening to musicians.

Rakim needs to write an autobiography

Or Melle Mel

I’ve always been kinda skerred of Afrika Bambaataa

Even before the child molestation thing

I met him in Leimert in the nineties

And he was talking about he was from another planet

And all kinda cray cray

I think Kool Herc definitely needs to write his own book

Oh Lort.

I just got an idea.

Most musicians are not writers

And usually have “help”

Writing their autobiographies….

I would LOVE to do something like that

I mean

I know

I’m qualified.

I would want to do Rakim,

But I’m skeered!

I can barely watch him perform!

AND

I NEVER get STAR STRUCK

But I was screaming like a lil girl when I saw him live

And there’s just something about Brothers from NYC

I mean the way he puffs out his cheek when he says words that begin with “P” or “B”

Is just so appealing!

LOL

I’m blushing

And then,

I was friends with this brother from NYC

And he used to do this thing

Where we would be talking

And all of a sudden

He would just say something

INCOMPREHENSIBLE

It would be so FUNNY!

Because it would sound like words

But would not be words.

LOL

Just going on like he was talking

But not saying nothing

Kinda like this

But I think Kool Herc would be better since he’s the Father of Hip-Hop.

The ORIGINATOR’S is always THE BEST STORY.

So, I just Googled Hip-Hop autobiographies

And there are some out there

Jay Z, Common, Prodigy, Fif, Grandmaster Flash…

GMF is probably the only one I would want to read

Since he’s a pioneer.

But I might have to hit up the God

I have a lot to ask him.

You know what?

I’d prolly just end up getting mad at him

For being in the Nation of Gods and Earths

Instead of the Nation of Islam.

I’m already mad at him for not telling me in his music

Where he got all of that information.

All Praise Is Due To Allah

I Found Out Anyway

THE HONOURABLE ELIJAH MUHAMAD

(MAY THE PEACE AND THE BLESSINGS OF ALLAH FOREVER BE UPON HIM)

HE JUST WANTS TO SELL RECORDS

I’M GETTING ANGRY JUST THINKING ABOUT IT!!!

SO, CHEAH…

HE’S A WRITER ANYWAY, SO HE WOULDN’T NEED MY ASSISTANCE

KOOL DJ HERC

THEN….

maybe…..

I wonder if he’s on Facebook…

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Ma Beautiful and Beloved Black Bebies!!!

So, you know I can’t stay put.

I figured I would have to use the bathroom eventually,

So, it was impractical to think I could stay in THE HONEYCOMB HIDEOUT

ALL DAY.

So, I’m at the Library

Charged my stuff

And came to the patio to eat

WHEN

This Brother I had seen talking to himself

While I was riding by with Lulu

Suddenly appears before me.

Razzaq was like “Don’t talk to him. He’s Crazy and is going to try and hustle you.“

But I know he just said that to let me know I should be cautious in dealing with him.

So, I turned down my music and asked the Brother what was up?

He asked about my laptop

How much was it?

Where did I get it?

How do you get to Walmart?

I answered him cordially.

Then he asked me did I need anything?

(That should have raised a red flag because that’s the same thing the Voodou Brother asked me but that didn’t dawn on me until he was long gone.)

And if I was homeless?

Did I want him to get me a hotel?

Now this Brother had on shoes that were hanging together by a string and looked like he needed a hotel himself.

So, at first I was like, Nah, I’m cool.

Then I was like, what the hell?

And I asked him if he had money?

He said he was getting some.

So, I was like, Then yeah, I need a hotel. I’ma need $65

So, he said he would be back.

Now, I’m hoping he don’t go out and rob nobody

But I am not going to refuse it if he comes through.

I don’t know why I’m on a Nate D-O-Double G kick today.

This is the second video I’ve posted of him

TODAY!

Let me Google him

BRB

AND

I posted Oh No yesterday, I think!

Okay, let me see

BRB

Okay, I get it.

Nate was THE hook singer for every successful Hip-Hop track of the nineties

AND

I

Sing

Nate D-O-doubleG in NOLA

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beautiful Black Bebies

So, I’ve been procrastinating about writing this blog long enough.

I just didn’t have anything to write about and when I write it gives the enemy clues to my whereabouts so they can trail me.

But Allah is Sufficient.

I got to Facebook and help some Brothers who are mistakenly following leaders other than The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah forever be upon him).

But you know, now that I’m writing, I feel one thousand per cent better.

Razzaq was telling me to write all morning.

But, like I said, I didn’t have anything to write about.

It feels so good to be out in The New Orleans weather.

It rained last night and I didn’t even know.

Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises are due forever, keeps me sheltered without me even being aware. Al Hamdulillah!

So cheah.

It’s the end of the month and I’m just trying to make it until I get my check on Friday without being caught.

I mean, jail would mean shelter and three meals, but they make me take off my headpiece. Both jail and the hospital.

That’s the only reason why I don’t want to go.

That and I probably would have to buy another laptop and iphone.

Police steal.

I never get my stuff back.

They stole two hundred dollars from me the first time I got arrested.

I had a tablet TWICE that I never saw again.

They steal in the hospital too.

I had twenty dollars in my purse the last time I went in, but when I got out, no duckets.

So, I’m just going to try and persevere.

I had a loaf of bread, some cream cheese and capers that I hid yesterday because I didn’t want to carry it around with me and this morning when I went to go get it (I really wanted to eat too) it was gone.

But Allah is Razzaq.

I survived three months here last year with nothing.

I was just about to say, It’s just BORING and then I look out the window and see white puffs racing across the sky. I’ve never seen clouds travel as quickly as they do in New Orleans. It’s amazing.

New Orleans is so romantic.

Especially at night.

But I heard somebody got killed on Bourbon Street this weekend. And nine people were injured in a shootout.

They say Bayou Classic is one of the most dangerous times in New Orleans.

Apparently some Brothers who had beef ran into each other but neither one of them got injured.

I rode by and saw how lit it was. I mean they had streets blocked off so cars couldn’t go down them and there were Black folks er’wherr, and I love that, but something kept me from going in. Al Hamdulillah!

I guess I’ll buy another loaf of bread and try and keep it this time.

The Messenger (May the peace and the blessings of Allah forever be upon him) taught us that bread and milk are our best foods. Or bean soup and bread. So, I’ll get some more cream cheese and that can be my “milk” LOL

It’s just SO peaceful where I am right now and peace is HARD to come by in this wicked world, so I’m hesitant to leave.

Maybe when my battery runs out…

It’s so HOT today.

This weather is bananas.

But I’d rather be hot than cold.

I was thinking about telling Keyvin about one of my HONEYCOMB HIDEOUTS that I hate. But I would hate to have to go there one day and have to try and kick him out. So, sorry Key, that would not be a good look. Take the road less traveled and find your own spots.

 بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

(Another New Orleanian ^^^^ Mr. Domino ❤ ❤ ❤ )

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Ma Beautiful Black Bebies!!!

Compared to the weekend I had, today was very boring.

I got up, typed my blog, then decided to wash my cloak (which is filthy due to me sleeping on it in less than habitable places) but my laundry pod thingies were locked in the masjid along with my shampoo, Ivory Aloe and white washcloth among other things.

So, since my funds are kinda low, I decided to go pick up the pods instead of buying more.

I get there and, of course, it’s locked.

But that’s never stopped me.

I hopped the gate and found Brother Muhammad doing groundswork.

He’s cool. I think he’s like one of the Believers who just went along with the Sunni Hypocrites to stay alive. So, we get along real good.

He didn’t trip about me hopping the fence and I got to watch him do “man work.”

That’s my favorite pasttime. 😉

I just love watching Blackmen work!

They could be cooking, doing construction, yardwork, carpentry, electrical work, playing music, performing surgery, teaching a class or anything manual. I don’t think sitting at a desk, pushing papers or typing on a keyboard would be as interesting. Then again, if it’s the right Brother……. 😉 ❤ ❤ ❤

So, this car pulls up and it’s the Brother who always comes for Zhuhr and sits in the car until the Muezzin unlocks the door.

So, me and Mr. Muhammad are not really paying him any attention but his presence is felt.

So, Razzaq tells me that he has the key.

And after another Brother shows up and leaves, he gets out of the car and unlocks the door!

I was like, Mm, mm, mm. SMH

This nigga is probably the one who kicked me out.

Sitting there like he’s nobody.

But you can’t fool a Muslim nowadays.

So, I go around to the back door, so I won’t have to hop the fence again and Mr. Muhammad had just come out, so I go get my stuff and leave.

I go around the corner and these Brothers were working on the street and you know very well, I like watching Brothers hard at work. So, I stopped and we watched each other.

Then I saw the Sister who told me about the vacant houses in the neighborhood. She said she has THREE houses. I told her I just need one. And that I had tried to get in one of the houses she told me about but I really don’t like hopping fences. I’m trying to be a LADY and chill on hopping fences and climbing in and out of windows and whatnot. Sometimes it’s such a hassle, waiting for somebody to open the door for me. But I’m a QUEEN in training, so I gotta leave the little girl stuff to the little girls. Even though that’s more little boy stuff LOL

So, she tells me that that gate is unlocked. And I was like What? I don’t remember there even being a gate. But she was walking in that direction, so I reluctantly left the men and followed her. Shelter is important. 

So, she tells me that the owner next door to the house is her Brother-in-Law and I could just tell him I’m homeless, so don’t call the Po-Pos on me.

But I hate being dependent on anyone other than my Razzaq, so I didn’t say anything.

I feel like they’re trying to trap me.

The house was right next door to the little Brother I spoke to for two hours the other day and he was outside when we rolled up but he went in after they spoke like he didn’t want to have anything to do with me. At least not helping me. Even though that was how we met. He asked if I needed any help.

I feel like if I ask them not to say anything they’re going to feel like I owe them and I ain’t the one.

Not to mention, that little Brother was talking about Voodou a bit much for my taste and Idk, I could climb through that open window (which happens to be the ONLY house I’ve ever seen in New Orleans that had an open window. All of the other windows, even in inhabited houses, are boarded up) and never come back out. Next thing you know, they’ll be using my skull for some type of Voodou ritual. IJS

So, I went back to the Brothers working on the street and gave them my fliers.

Then, let me think….

Oh yeah, I remembered another little wash house. I’m not even gonna call it a laundromat. SMH

I don’t know why they don’t have more laundromats in New Orleans.

The only thing I can attribute it to is what I was talking about earlier, how everybody gets paid, so they probably all have washers and dryers.

When you finally find one, in the hood, they are the jankiest ramshackle broken-down machines and they cost so much!!!

In L.A., I used to get upset when they charged $1.50. Most are $1.25 to wash and .25 to dry. Yes, one quarter to dry.

Out here, you can pay $3.50 just to wash and another $3.50 to dry!

I used to do a whole weeks laundry in L.A. for $6.00.

In NOLA, I can barely do one load for that much.

And having only two changes of clothes, I have to do laundry EVERY DAY.

When I have my own place it’s no big deal because I can handwash and air dry.

But being homeless…

Try finding a sink where they don’t trip….

Al Hamdulillah, I’ve been pretty lucky.

So, anyway, I try this new wash house, and it’s just as janky as the other one I found in the hood and there’s nobody there and no change machine.

BUT

There are outlets!

So, I just start charging my laptop.

This Mexican lady comes in and does a load and I ask about the units because it’s in an apartment complex.

She doesn’t like me at first, but I win her over with my wit and charm.

She tells me who manages the property but it’s some big corporation and I don’t like those, so after she leaves I remember there’s a phone number on a sign outside and called it. But, alas, it just redirected to the big corporation.

Razzaq’s way of telling me he wants me homeless.

So, I’m in there just chillin’, listening to my music and this Brother comes in asking could he look in the garbage for some empty bottles.

I was like, What? It’s not MY garbage!

But, he just wanted to talk to me.

We talked for a good hour, and I think he just wanted some blessings because he was a singer and I’m good friends with Allah and also really into music.

He also told me about his love life and I gave him some wisdom.

But, he is a diehard Christian, so I don’t know about him…

After my laptop and phone were fully charged, I shook.

Went and got something to eat. Ate and came to the library where I am now and they’re about to close.

So, I guess I’ma sneak in the spot again… *sigh*

Thankful

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Ma Bebies!

(I see you Mr. Henry 😉 )

So, yesterday, after writing, I had two hours to kill, so I decided to go to Subway and get some cookies just so they would let me sit in there.

But why, after I was just complaining about how dull Uptown is compared to Downtown, did I see ALL THESE BLACK PEOPLE EVERYWHERE!!!

At first I thought they might be having something because of the Saints’ game, but then I was like, Nah, there were just TOO MANY PEOPLE FOR A TAILGATE.

So, when I finally made it through the crowds to get to Subway, I asked this Sister what was up?

She said it was a Second Line – “The Ladybug Jumpers“

I had heard of them and knew them to be pretty popular because of Mardi Gras.

So, Subway was packed with people trying to use the bathroom but, of course, you had to buy something to use the bathroom. Employees….

So, I just set up at a circular table and found an outlet to charge my laptop and just enjoyed being around New Orleanians. They are so charismatic! I love just being in the vicinity. So, I was just chilling waiting for it to cool down a little. And as the last man was getting ready to leave I asked him if he wanted to buy me a sandwich. He gave me four dollars and I got a cheese pizza. It costs $5.00. Subway has the best pizza, if you can find one that offers it.

So, then I look out the door and I see movement among the crowd. The Sister had told me the Second Line was going to go down Washington (Hey Bay! 😉 ❤ ❤ ❤ ) and I saw floats and cars with people with highly decorated costumes and I felt like it was just another parade but with ALL BLACK PEOPLE and I appreciated that because you know how much I LOVE BLACK PEOPLE but I wanted to hear the BAND!!!

But they just had recorded music.

So, I went back inside and started eating.

Then I see a Sister go look out the door and when she opened it, I heard the music and I knew the band was coming!!!

That was the biggest brass band I had ever seen. They had TWO TUBAS!!!

I would have joined them but

A. I was still eating and had all my worldly belongings on me and didn’t know how far they were going

B. I didn’t want to walk back. It seemed so dismal just thinking about it. But I was to find out later, it is far from dismal.

C. I needed to stay in the area so I could get in the shelter

So, I was really enjoying the music and I saw that after the band there were pigs, so I knew they must be the end.

So, I ate and went back to the shelter.

I was grateful to have a place to stay to get out of the cold at night.

And just went in with the other women.

Of course, they didn’t like me and started talking about Jesus and whatnot like they always do.

When they finally let us in, we had to sit in this little patio and I was the last one in so I was looking for a seat by a Sister and do you know when I finally found one and sat down, she got up and moved!?!? I tell you, these Christians….

So, the lady had told me earlier that the returning women can just go in, so I figured I would wait until they all went in before I tried to do my intake.

Do you know when the lady working there saw me, instantly all the beds were full.

I was thinking, how do you know?

But she kept saying they didn’t have any room and she had turned away three people already. Which I knew was a lie because I was the last one to go in. But she kept saying, I would have to come back tomorrow.

Now, I was thinking about how cold I have been these past few nights and I was not leaving that easily.

She told me after six they close the doors and if someone doesn’t show up I can have their bed tomorrow.

I was like “Why not today?” If I come after six I should be able to get their bed.

She said, it doesn’t work that way.

So, I asked for a blanket.

She said they didn’t give away blankets.

So, by then I knew she just didn’t want to let me in.

And I told her.

She lied again, of course.

I left feeling really down.

I mean, I can’t help being fabulous.

But some women are jealous and hate me because I’m beautiful. LOL ‘member that?  I used to think she was so ugly! frfr

But, what could I do?

I can’t be normal.

So, I just packed up all my fabulousness, sat for a minute and tried to plot my next move.

I was so sad I wanted to cry.

But I was not going to give her the satisfaction.

So, I remembered a place I slept in INSIDE last time I was here.

And as I was leaving I saw some clothes and things that someone had dumped on the entrance to the shelter. So I picked out a hot pink sweater to wear over my garment and an oversized cardigan that I thought I could use as a blanket. There were a pair of black knit cotton pants that I thought would be good for my legs but they had a big hole. Razzaq told me to just take them. But I left them.

Then left and rethought about it. I’ve learned to take advantage of certain things because you won’t have the opportunity again once it’s gone. So I went back and got them.

So, there were still a lot of people on the streets even though the Second Line was long gone.

In L.A., our thing is lowriders and Harley Davidson motorcycle clubs.

They have a few lowriders out here but they don’t have switches!

And the motorcycles are like dirt bikes and four-wheeled motorcycles. They ride through the streets doing wheelies and I saw this one Brother fall off! That was scary. But he was okay.

They have a lot of these too. At least more than I’ve ever seen anywhere.

In New Orleans, the devils really want us to stay slaves, so they pay us a lot of money. Everybody has a car and makes “good” money, so they can spend it on “fun” (drinks, cigarettes, clubbing, expensive clothes and jewelry, motorcycles, &c.) And I’m sure there are a few business owners but I’m afraid most of the people who Second-Line and party like they do out here work for devils – SLAVES. And use the partying as a way to forget that fact.

But with the help of Allah, I am going to make them see that we MUST DO SOMETHING FOR SELF for posterity’s sake and drinking and smoking are chains to death. I think because of the Great Flood (that wasn’t really a flood  ) a lot of New Orleanians are all about the NOW. They are just happy to be alive and are trying to get as much pleasure out of living RIGHT NOW!

So, they don’t care about the future – their progeny or even their own long life. Not all. But some.

I’ve had more people tell me, when I tell them to stop smoking and drinking, that “you’re gonna die anyway!” than I’ve heard anywhere I’ve been. Like they don’t care about prolonging their lives or living as long as possible. It’s sad.

But I saw all the people walking back and it was like a street party. Crenshaw ain’t got nothing on New Orleans Second Line street parties. They aren’t every Sunday but they are on Sunday. And when they have ’em, it’s like mager!

It was like everybody Black had come out just like last time.

But I didn’t find the main street where everybody was unless it was at this church. And I really hope not.

It was scary trying to maneuver through all that traffic and pedestrians but I finally made it.

I was much warmer than I’ve been at my other spots.

It did get a little cold around one but I just took the oversized cardigan I had been using for a pillow and wrapped up in it.

O! I forgot to tell you I saw Keyvin AGAIN! It was good to see a familiar face and he stopped and talked for a minute. Asked me if I wanted to get a hotel. I was like yeah. He said, Okay, on the first. I laughed out loud and was like “What about now?”

I had a spot but I don’t like trespassing.

He was trying to get me to take him to one of my spots.

You know I couldn’t do that.

But for some reason, probably because my father is an architect, I’m good at finding GOOD places in buildings that most people don’t know about. So, I can stowaway. But I know better than to tell anybody about them. That’s how I got caught last time.

I learned when me and Razzaq were in the fourth grade that once you compromise your position, it’s over. You get caught and there’s no going back!!! So, I’m EXTREMELY CAUTIOUS WHEN IT COMES TO MY HIDEOUTS.

I also got to take a “hoe bath” last night which I really needed since the Sunni Hypocrites kicked me out. I know another place I can take a shower but the water is cold. And I can’t take that. I’d rather be dirty than take a cold shower. So, I’m just going to take hoe baths until I get my check on Friday.

Three days is a long time to go without showering or changing clothes to me now.

Before I became a Muslim I could go seven days.

But, I don’t know. It’s only Monday….

So, I was looking for a picture or video of the Lady BUCK Jumpers and I found out that I turned down the street right before the one the Second Line went down. That’s why I couldn’t find the main street.

I’m kinda glad because I’m Muslim and MUCH MORE RESERVED THAN MOST PEOPLE and New Orleans is wilder than anywhere I’ve ever been. Including Vegas. Vegas is just nasty. But Rawlins is just about partying and drinking and smoking. And I like to party but I don’t drink nor smoke and really don’t care to be around it. And they know it.

BUT THE MUSIC!!!!!!!!

I think I like music more than most people so they’re just going to have to deal with me.

And Razzaq put roots on me so I CAN’T leave. So there!!!

I had to post this again, since I’m in New Orleans and I love Raheem and he features New Orleans’ own “Trombone Shorty” on this track.

“Stay here, Pretty Lady…“

And I ain’t goin’ nowherr!!! Cain’t. Roots…. 😉