Down and out in New Orleans :(

Well I have spent the day with a major headache. I found my clothes and shoes near me in that crack house I woke-up in. I am heartbroken. I can not call daddy because of what I was doing in that crack house. What will I do from here? I have spent most of the day at the bank of the Mississippi watching the barges go by. I'm out of cigarrettes and I need a bath.

Once again I have fucked-up. I only have about $5 left and that's gonna be cigarettes in a minute. I got to think fast on how I can make some money to get on a bus and get to Las Vegas. Tonight I'm going back to the bar I was at last night to see if anybody there saw me involved with anyone. Hell maybe my truck is there! I'll bathe-off in a bathroom somewhere and try to make myself look the best I can. If I got to start my "job" early just to get me to Las Vegas I will. Hell I've passed it out for free plenty of times, this time I need bus fare!

Me and Daddy went out drinking.

        Me and daddy went out for beers last night.  Man it was great to be out in a bar!  We went to this place called His -n- Hers lounge near the hotel.  I talked to some girl and this guy asked daddy if I could dance with him.  He said no at first then after he bought us a bucket of beer daddy said yes.  We danced to Sweet home Alabama, I love that song.  That girl in the pictures has real titties, I asked her about 'em cuz I thought they was fake.  

      I forgot how good it feels to have a buzz.  When you're locked up your mind has nothing but time to go through things you've done up till then.  You can think but you can't feel.  I felt my head vibratin' to the music, I felt the Bud making me warm and dizzy, in jail you loose your feel of things.  It's important to feel things.  I had a lot of fun being out on the town.  Now I'm out of cigarettes and I don't want to ask daddy for any of his.