I forgot to mention, we've been staying at this place called India House. It's the greatest hostel I've ever stayed in. It's basically Tank co-op, only with really awesome art everywhere, no bullshit fighting, more sex and drinking, and old hippies and babies...and it's $40 a night for a private 2 bed room with a/c. It's got the craziest people living in it, like this guy Melvin. Melvin is a pretty renowned head chef for a couple major cruise lines. He's in his forties, but has slept with half the young European women in the hostel, and scores us weed. He cooks meals for everybody in the house every night. I wish we could just live here all summer, but it's kind of out of the way and expensive.
Arden is in the city, too. Weird story. When I was working at McSweeney's, this dude Craig was co-authoring a book about Sudanese refugees with Dave Eggers, and I did a bunch of transcription work for him. Last year, when Arden was studying in Greece, she met Craig, who I guess was vacationing there. Now, Craig lives in New Orleans, and is dating Arden. She says she's not sure if she's staying, but it would be cool if she does, because my crew needs to be plentiful. It's really dangerous riding a bike around this city alone, or even in small numbers. People get shot all the time when they're alone. Uh oh. Also, I need a job really bad. I'm going to work on that tomorrow.
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