the garden district was pretty cool, but again it was…tired. there were just tired people strewn about every few blocks that we had to navigate around — like, dirty and drunk in the middle of the day kind of tired. wish that the city would get a major infusion of cash to take care of its people. maybe i was turned off because DC is pretty segregated in terms of class — but not where i live, actually — i’ve got shelters and daytime drunks and pee pee outside kind of people two blocks from my house. but even in the most racially and income diverse corner of DC that we call home (for now until we move next month!), it is not a quarter as bad as in new orleans. and i’m not squeamish about poverty, usually, i don’t think - cambodia, for example, is one of my fave places. but, man, new orleans needs a shower.
anyway, while taking a break, annabelly spied me looking at her.
