Inspired by: Bob Dylan’s New Orleans Rag
Reggie sat on his living room couch, his whole apartment was full of broken glass. He couldn’t remember if last night really happened or was a drink and drug-fueled hallucination. Regardless, he knew he needed to make some changes in his life.
Ein burst into his house and grabbed Reggie by the wrist.
“What are you doing?”
“You’re getting help! Whether you like it or not.”
“Where are we going?” Reggie asked as they rushed through the front door.
“I heard about a lady downtown, on New Orleans St.”
Reggie had a sinking feeling in his stomach. He’d lived in the city for a long time and heard rumors about this woman. Of course, Ein was green enough to think she could help.
“I don’t think this is a good idea. I’m feeling better already, and I had already decided to stop drinking, I’m cured.”
“Sorry, but you’ve been all anyone in town has talked about for days. She can help.”
They stopped walking in front of a derelict building surrounded by skyscrapers.
“103, this is the place.”
“Ein, we really don’t have to do this. I’ll do whatever you want.”
As Ein and Reggie argued, a series of increasingly bizarre men exited the building behind them. Ein had their back to them and didn’t see the strange displays Reggie was treated to.
Reggie got Ein’s attention and pointed at a man dressed as a cowboy dripping blood from an unseen wound. He tipped his hat as he passed. Ein and Reggie backed away from the leaking cowboy, who looked like he was about to drop dead.
“You’ve learned your lesson, right?”
Reggie nodded, and the two of them ran down the street. They didn’t stop until they reached a crowded public park and collapsed on the grass from exhaustion.