Dear Special Man

June 29th, 2008 | Dear Special Man, News

Dear Special Man,

I got myself conned by one a dem Bourbon Street husslers on “I knows where you got dem shoes.” The bet was $20.00. When he gave me the answer - I was at a total loss.

Being I actually got my shoe at Pay Less, the shoes were worth less than the bet. So I took your advise and “let em have it”, the shoes that is. He was mad and I had to walk back into the bar in my socks.

But despite having drunk 4 hurricanes, I could still remember your motto. And I did get back one shoe - the one he threw at my head as I went back into to bar.

Was I right or what?

–Willie

Willie,

I woke up this morning with my bones creaking, head aching, and my fedora bent. Essentially not feeling so “special.” So I drank a cup of Sanka, sat at my computer, and opened my intra-net email box.

I gotta tell you: I was struck by why I got into this game in the first place. It’s nice to be reminded by characters such as yourself that my help is valued and utilized in a wise and timely manner.

Though you walked back in that drinking establishment with a knot in your head and beer soaked socks on your feet, it sounds as if you were walking tall. The hurricanes did not fog your mind of my teachings and you sound better for it. Those “I knows where you got dem shoes” critters need to be schooled and ruled. And you did exactly that.

I have no doubt that when you and your little lady walk the streets of beautiful New Orleans this weekend, enjoying The Essence Festival with all the delicious food, music and festivities, you will be armed with the knowledge that any scheming troglodyte that wants to play a game and attempt to make you look the fool that you will indeed “let em have it.”

Sincerely,

The Special Man

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