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.

March 28, 2010

Another pleasant if unremarkable day. Laid around in bed until work again, and then we had a slow afternoon followed by a steady evening. Worked with Dread and he continues to impress, though his deliberateness is starting to grate. However, the slowpoke I am, I shouldn't judge.

After work, I went out to D.B.A. to see the Louisiana Hellbenders, a rockabilly outfit. They weren't bad but all the songs, whether theirs or others', wound up sounding the same. And again, I felt far too unhip for the crowd. After that, swung by Cosimo's for a beer or two and then home for bed.

Yep.

March 27, 2010

Saturday has come and gone. I laid in bed right up until work again, and that's starting to get to me. I was draggy all night at work. Luckily, it was dead until almost seven, and then we did almost $1500 until close. It was me, Dread and Junior, though Junior was an hour-and-a-half late. He overslept and would probably be sleeping still had I not texted him over his whereabouts an hour into his shift time. That all being said, a pleasant enough evening for work, as such things go.

Otherwise, nothing whatsoever to report. I'm calling it an early night, even though it is currently 2:35 a.m. Despite there being absolutely no difference between today and a day when I was in one of my black moods - seriously, it's the same cycle of sleep, work, eat, shower, read, sleep - I'm in fairly high spirits. Let's hope it continues at least through Monday.

March 26, 2010

Another day, another dollar. I laid around in bed until almost one and then went to work at 2:30. It was me and Dread until about 5:30 or so, and then Junior came on shift. Nothing unusual to report. Fairly slow night, as a matter of fact. We closed at 10:30 and I was out of there by 12:30. I did, however, forget to clock in, so I'll have to get that squared away tomorrow.

Been watching and reading a lot of Kolchak lately. I'm currently sitting here watching The Night Strangler, and I'll probably knock out at least one episode before I go to sleep. I have no idea why, apart from the deep-seated suspicion that I should if not actually be some sort of crusading reporter tracking down the weird and unusual, then I should at least be writing novels or stories along that line. Or maybe they just appeal to me, as flawed as they are. Sort of like the Dirk Gently series, Kolchak's not perfect but I love the whole idea of a Front Page refugee going up against the hidden supernatural to protect an unknowing and uncaring world. If someone would write that with the humor and logic of Douglas Adams' Dirk Gently, I would totally read that.

I'm not gonna do it, though.

March 25, 2010

Hey, not only did I remember to make an entry tonight, I also found my George Jones t-shirt. The damn thing's almost 20 years old, and it's from the first concert I ever went to sans parents. It was in my underwear drawer, and finding it makes me happy beyond words.

Otherwise, not a whole lot to report. I laid around in bed until 2 or so and went to work at 4:30. It was me and Dread again, and we did a fairly decent night. Again, he continues to impress and if I have any complaint it's that he's not much of a conversationalist, but that's not why he's here. I skipped the brewskis tonight and, after a quick Kolchak episode, I'm calling it a night.

So there.

March 24, 2010

So, I forgot to update again, so sue me.

The day started rather late with a phone call from Momma concerning the birth certificate. Apparently, she's found the original but is ordering me another. I don't quite understand, but apparently I'll get one or the other sometime next week. I didn't really get moving until almost four or so, and then I went out on a book crawl. I didn't find anything I wanted - though I almost bought yet another copy of The Illuminatus Trilogy and I, Claudius - so I found what I needed at the library. I've started with Anno Dracula, which isn't bad so far.

After that, I went to Lafayette Square for "Wednesdays In The Square". Sort of your typical weekly arts-and-music to-do put on by the Young Leadership Council, whatever the hell that is. I ate some so-so pizza, saw a bunch of dogs, ogled a bunch of women, and watched about 30 minutes of an okay New Orleans funk band called Trombone Shorty. Jaybee called while I was there, and later when I got home, I called her back and we caught up. Her and the Boy Husband are doing well, and she's still lonely, bless her heart.

Following that, I stopped by Rouse's and Matassa's for supplies, and made me and the Roommate some burritos. It's a damn shame when the best Tex-Mex I can find in New Orleans is the stuff I make. I watched The Night Stalker again and, later, watched some of the television episodes. The night was capped off with a few beers at Cosimo's and a bit more interaction with the regulars. Slowly but surely.

In a fairly gloomy mood and I think I've lost my 15-year-old George Jones shirt. Ah, well.

March 22-23, 2010

I forgot to write last night. I'm not really enjoying doing this, honestly. I thought maybe keeping this journal would get me interested in writing again, but I am not in the least. There's nothing about writing that interests me one bit. Anyhow.

Monday was nothing interesting. I worked with Junior and Sis, not a particularly heavy night but a little business. I went to Cosimo's afterwards for a couple of beers and had a nice chat with the lesbian bartender about the Truckers and how bad working at a music club sucks. Other than that, I downloaded the new Texas Tornados album, Esta Bueno and Trent Sumnar's Horseshoes And Hand Grenades. Both started off pretty strong but dropped off rapidly in quality after the second or third song. The latter especially, woo boy.

I got up early-ish to go to Chalmette to get my driver's license. However, when I got there, the lady told me I needed my actual birth certificate rather the copy. I'd also forgotten my Social Security card, but by that point it was too late. That sort of pissed me off, because I am sure the first lady told me I needed merely a copy, but c'est la vie.

I came back home, took a nap, knocked out the laundry, ate a calzone at Rotolo's, and watched Watchmen. I didn't hate it as much as I figured I would, but it was definitely way too much weepy emo superhero brouhaha. I'd considered writing something about the lack of real superheroes, but as I said, I don't give a shit about writing.

Zoot.