Sugah, can you get me some sugar.
I got in just in time for the sky to open up and let loose. We know how to do rain here in New Orleans.
But speaking of the surreal – L, man of mystery stopped by the LaLa when he saw Blue parked out front yesterday, but Joe was the one driving it as he was hauling a bunch of stuff to the dump for me.
When I walked over there later in the afternoon, Joe said – is that your man? I told Joe to mind his own business. Then I told him to give me my keys cause I was going to the grocery and needed my truck back. He said, “do me a favor and get me a five pound bag of sugar, will ya?” Right, Joe, I said.
Then he told me he couldn’t go home because his neighbor called and said the police is looking for him to testify about the killing the other day on Dumaine and Broad. He saw the whole thing. He said, “ain’t gonna do it. You think NOPD gonna protect, nah, uh uh. I gots to hide out.”
Today, Joe called to see if I had gotten him the sugar. Said he needs that sugar bad. I told him no, I hadn’t even had a chance to get to the grocery for myself, much less his sugar, what with work, the house, everything.
He said, promise me when you go, you’ll get me some sugar.
Seems like a person can’t get enough sugar in this town.