Stump stockings
There are some things you can see only in New Orleans and yet, in New Orleans, they seem utterly commonplace. Particularly now.
I'm sitting on my car bumper waiting for a locksmith to let me after I locked the car with the keys in the ignition on my way to the chiropractor. Coming toward me down the middle of the street: a punked out, afro-ed kid in his twenties pushing a wheelchair with a rainbow flag. In the wheelchair: a fifty year old man one-legged man wearing shorts and, on his stump, a fishnet stocking.
I'm sitting on my car bumper waiting for a locksmith to let me after I locked the car with the keys in the ignition on my way to the chiropractor. Coming toward me down the middle of the street: a punked out, afro-ed kid in his twenties pushing a wheelchair with a rainbow flag. In the wheelchair: a fifty year old man one-legged man wearing shorts and, on his stump, a fishnet stocking.
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