1

I arrived in New Orleans in the rain at 5 o'clock in the morning. 

I sat around in the bus station for a while but the people depressed me so I took my suitcase and went out in the rain and began walking.

I didn't know where the rooming houses were, where the poor section was.

I had a cardboard suitcase that was falling apart. It had once been black but the black coating had peeled off and yellow cardboard was exposed.

I had tried to solve that by putting black shoepolish over the exposed cardboard.

As I walked along in the rain the shoepolish on the suitcase ran and unwittingly I rubbed black streaks on both legs of my pants as I switched the suitcase from hand to hand.

2

I was in a room on the second floor across from a bar. The bar was called The Gangplank Cafe.

From my room I could see through the open bar doors and into the bar. There were some rough faces in that bar, some interesting faces.

I stayed in my room at night and drank wine and looked at the faces in the bar while my money ran out.

In the daytime I took long slow walks. I sat for hours staring at pigeons.

I only ate one meal a day so my money would last longer.

I found a dirty cafe with a dirty proprietor,but you got a big breakfast - hotcakes, grits, sausage - for very little.

3

I went out on the street, as usual, one day and strolled along.

I felt happy and relaxed. The sun was just right. Mellow. There was peace in the air.

As I approached the center of the block there was a man standing outside the doorway of a shop. I walked past.

"Hey, BUDDY!"
I stopped and turned.
"You want a job?"
I walked back to where he stood.

Over his shoulder I could see a large dark room. There was a long
table with men and women standing on both sides of it. They had hammers with which they pounded objects in front of them. In the gloom the objects appeared to be clams. They smelled like clams. I
turned and continued walking down the street.

I remembered how my father used to come home each night and talk about his job to my mother. The job talk began when he entered the door, continued over the dinner table, and ended in the bedroom
where my father would scream "_Lights Out!_" at 8 p.m., so he could get his rest and his full strength for the job the next day. There was no other subject except the job.