I love Madame Grand Doigts, however, all she left me was
work, the putain. I also work this
weekend in Eunice. But I chose to do
that because I’m couillon for a piastre.
It seems like this is the first New Year’s Eve/Day that didn’t fall on
the weekend. I can’t remember. I’ll eat black eye peas later. I’ll eat boudin and gratons today at
work. An objective will be to learn the
French word for black eye peas and cabbage.
And it’s going to rain. I love
working in the rain.
Anyway, I had fun yesterday asking different people if
Madame will pass. Some looked at me
crazy. Some said “oh yeah, she goin pass.” It’s true.
Several people actually, Ville Platters, didn’t know about her. I didn’t ask about Mrs. Santa Claus
though. I’m sure they would have
recognized that femme. She ain’t cool,
though, like Lady Big Fingers.