The last bit of an apparently vehement, lengthy conversation between two schizophrenic homeless people, which I overheard Sunday morning as I biked through Jackson Square:
“Bitch, you got to get yourself a mirror and talk that shit out.”
Which proves that (a) we’ve got some clever nutcases in the Quarter, and (b) sometimes just hearing the punch line is better than sitting through the whole joke.
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