Midgets, Snake Taps, and Tinfoil Hats
One group of people interviewed said they would pay to see a Cambodian Midget Wrestling Team.
Over the last couple of months there was a woman who would visit our corner and demonstrate the affinity between long objects and her throat by swallowing her pet snake. This action, much like the two puppies on display, would get mixed reactions from people. Some would complain about animal abuse. Others would pay $5.00 to see it again. I held my comment but gave her points for at least kissing the snake after she was done.
Forward to last night, she appeared outside The Cat's Meow sans snake. She informed me she had some bad news: her snake died having been poisoned by the makeup she wore. Apparently it was toxic and not suitable for consumption by reptiles.
A moment of silence was observed by the BourboCam crew for the snakes passing.
There are advantages to showcasing an unedited view of a night on Bourbon St. Tons of interesting people, drunk girls with gravity defying tops, and occasionally someone buys you a beer. It's not always that way though. Sometimes you have the interesting people who, while colorful, don't really produce a good interview. Jester's buddy, Biker Jesus, is one such person. He's definitely one of the more colorful people (and internet savvy) but he's no fun to talk to, even when you're not trying to mess with him. Last night we met a guy who believed sound and light would be subverted and used as weapons of mass destruction.
Fortunately, all my time outside of Cat's as built up an immunity to destructive sound waves. Now all I have to do is protect myself from orbital mind control lasers.
Posted @ 2:46 PM
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