Tag: Robbies Mardi Gras

memoir, the dirtygirl diaries

1982 : mardi gras redux

“It’s two blocks, you could walk faster than…”
“I could. But I don’t hafta. I have cash, see? So, I don’t hafta walk. I’m paying, so just drive….”
“Sonofabitch,” I mumble under my breath. I’m a loud mumbler.