Seen today--a gutterpunk.

Walking back to my office from breakfast, I passed this douchebag young man sitting on the sidewalk.

Twenty-something years old. Looks able-bodied, yet not at a job during working hours for most people. Panhandling instead. Sitting on a backpack, indicating that, like most young beggars in New Orleans, he came here from somewhere else. On purpose. Claims not to have enough money to subsist on, yet apparently has money for:
1. Stupid haircut.
2. Ear jewelry.
3. Tattoos.
4. Magic marker to print dumb Emo sign intended to make people feel sorry for him.

I so wanted to give him some wisdom regarding his apparent "bad luck" in life.


I didn't quite tell him that though, not even when he saw me snap the shot and demanded a dollar for taking his picture. THEN I channeled my inner Red Forman and asked him if he wanted my foot in his ass.

He wisely declined.

Pity. I could give him one, too. I've actually got a spare in my car.

Sad to see this great city infested with these gutterpunk losers, but they come here from all over the country to beg tourists for money for drugs and booze. And they do it because so many tourons (That's a "tourist" "moron" hybrid and they're common here) hand them cash. It's like feeding seagulls, people...stop it!

All these drug-using parasites hanging around bothering everyone (when not stealing or setting themselves on fire in abandoned buildings), yet the city council thinks that statues of old dead white guys are a bigger problem.

I can't wait until I get to vote in the next election here.