Breakfast at Louie's

Off yesterday, but Travis and Fernando and I ate at the Acme Oyster Bar here in Baton Rouge, and then watched an old Dario Argento film, dubbed in English. I slept on their back porch again. When I woke up I texted Travis and asked him if he wanted to eat breakfast with me (I was starving), but he had things to do today, so I ate a burger at Louie's and went on to CC's, where I am now, drinking an iced coffee and blogging.

They have the cutest little boy working at Louie's. He looks like he is about 15, but he's got to be over 18, because he served us beer once. He is adorable. He has a hot little butt, too. I would like to wrap him up and take him home with me (once I have a home). There was a table full of privileged little snots discussing what is wrong with the world. They came to the conclusion that what is causing so much damage to the economy is working people demanding too much money for their labor. They were opposed to unions, which are destroying the world. They are opposed to undocumented workers, although they seemed to agree that undocumented aliens working in this country are preferable to paying Americans too much money. I don't think one of them has ever worked a day in his or her life. They lamented the fact that Sarah Palin (who can see Russia from her window) isn't going to be our Vice-President. They are worried that America will become a socialist country, where they will be forced to support "people who don't want to work". Fortunately, they left before my nausea ruined my lunch.

Incredible that there are idiots wandering around with such stupid ideas in their heads. These kids have never known a need that wasn't fulfilled for them, probably as soon as they expressed one. I would like to trade places with one of them for a week. A lot of people are too insulated from the realities of life. Not everybody gets to sleep in a warm bed and meet his friends for breakfast at Louie's, where he can solve all of the world's problems in an hour, to the adulation of his peers. I was cold last night. I slept on the ground. I work full time. I will be sleeping on the ground tonight, too. It will be cold. I'm probably depressing the economy by being paid so much. Shame on me.

Anyway, here I am. I don't work until 6, and I get off at midnight. I am still hoping to hear from Chester this week. If I hear from him before Thursday, then I might not even need Hotel Day this week. If I don't hear from him before tomorrow, then Hotel Day is on. At any rate, I have that to look forwards to, even if I don't have an apartment this week. I'd rather have a place to live this week than Hotel Day. That would be like a never-ending Hotel Day! Imagine: a warm, safe place every night, with electricity and running water! Maybe I could even have a real bed! I could always pretend it was a hotel. I could put a chocolate on my pillow for myself every morning, and buy some of those little soaps for the bathroom. Maybe I could invite that cute little boy from Louie's over and abuse his hot little behind ...

Oh, well. It's just a dream until it really happens. He sure is a cutie, tho ...