March 29-30, 2010

Monday: I worked a fairly steady shift with Junior, the Old Queen and the Young Queen. Around 8 or so, Big Gay Cop came in looking pale as a ghost. Says he knows that a murder was committed at the jail or an inmate was allowed to die. Furthermore, he says it's being covered up by the sheriff's department and the district attorney, and he asked me what he should do. He said he knew I was someone with a good moral head on his shoulders, which I suppose is a corollary to the whole "Matt is the guy you go to when you want to hear the cold, hard truth" thing that's dogged me all my life, and I have never figured out where it comes from. Anyhow, told him he had to report it, even at the expense of his job, so I called up a fellow Athens expatriate (B.D.) who'd know what media service to get in touch with, and we did so. I sent the email, got BGC the number and it's out of my hands. My first personal brush with corruption in the Big Easy, I suppose. I left a message on BGC answering service but haven't heard back from him. Maybe I'll give him a call tomorrow, but call me a coward, I would like to stay out of it as much as possible. I do not trust the police.

Following up on a request I put into my estrogen brigade earlier in the year concerning the whole "what to do with my life to justify my existence" thing, crazy-ass Jenny J. sent an email recommending that I look into becoming a private investigator. I must admit, I am intrigued. I wouldn't be any sort of Phillip Marlowe or even Jim Rockford, and I'll be damned if I sit outside sleazy hotels taking pictures of cheating husbands, but I am good at finding information and answering questions. I could see myself scouring databases and checking official records so as to find info on possible ne'er-do-wells or runaways of all stripes. I did some preliminary research and sent an email or two, but nothing really heavy. I'm deep into one of my "don't give a shit" moods right now, so it's even harder to get motivated about anything.

Tuesday: Sometime around 4 a.m., I decided not to go to Chalmette in the morning to make another swipe at the driver's license. I decided to wait until the replacement official came in from Jackson and work with that. Honestly, I just didn't feel like doing anything but sleeping until noon again, and I certainly didn't feel up to dealing with the DMV. So, I slept till noon, moved the car, slept till 3 or so, and then knocked out the laundry. Afterwards, I took another nap and then went to Bennachin's for a rather tasty dinner of rice, lamb and some sort of sauce. It's an African place and I really like it, though the cute hippie chick waitress wasn't there, alas. After that, I wandered around a bit and then went to Cosimo's for a beer or three. I started Claudius The God at the laundromat, and it's pretty damn good. Now, at 3 a.m., I'm going to watch an MST3K episode, "Final Sacrifice".

Otherwise, pretty damn useless excuse for a human being today, but ask me if I care.