My sister and I did a quick trip to NOLA. It was loads of fun. The streets are filled with “interesting people“ along with bodily waste and alcohol. We toured on high alert, mostly. Immediately after determining my sister rides dirty and us partaking on Canal St., I turned around to see she disappeared and somehow offended a vagabon. He cussed me out and challenged me to a duel, I think. Wasn't until we made it back to the apartment that she told me he was, in fact, a bloody faced zombie.