Plucked up, I raided PI again. Leona says she doesn't handle the old men as tenderly anymore, and wants to buy a spritzer full of deodorant so she can hit their scent-glands when they next reach for banana bread. I'm curious as to how the Axe-effect'll pan out in here. I asked about Skeletor, a strange creature who used to live here and visibly smelled. Leona said he'd been asked to leave, as he had a $300 unpaid coffee tab. He was last seen with a pony-tail ducking into a manhole down on Des Pins. That's actually not true -except for the pony-tail bit- as he never visits his family. No way. Someone really did just spritz the place with deodorant. Vanilla? Pretty far from appropriate... leaving us with the similar experience of having the pot-pourri mingle with the shit smell, instead of eliminating it.
Position open: PI pet. Must have at least 30 pounds of healthy body fat affordable to sweat into tense, highly-confined atmosphere. Skeletors need not apply.