Chapter 6
The Confederacy of Shenanigans
5:00 PM
Monday
New Orleans (+ the Westwego)
Back at the apartment in Westwego, Dee and Dennis spent the afternoon unpacking and arguing on what they want to do in the city. Dennis wants to stick to Bourbon Street and other famous touristy place, along with several Frat houses in the Tulane area,;which he claims knows a guy in his old frat who knows a guy who was in a frat around Tulane. Dennis wants to go chill in the area. Meanwhile, Dee insists that they should visit several art places, and possibly a show. Reading reviews and tour guides, Dee found that the Saenger Theater is playing a famous musical, with cheap tickets.
"Oh come on Dee, they have art places and musicals back in Philadelphia." said Dennis
"Oh yeah, well they have fraternities in Philadelphia too." countered Dee
Meanwhile, the subject eventually turned back to Frank, Mac, and Charlie.
"Man, I bet Mac and Charlie ditched us." said Dennis
"Man, you know what. Know what. Screw those guys." said Dee
"Yeah, thats it. We're going to Bourbon Street." said Dennis as he grabbed the keys and walked towards the door.
"Oh.. arhh, oh, God Damnit Dennis. God Dammit." said Dee, as she reluctantly joined Dennis.
Meanwhile, On Bourbon Street
Charlie looks at his phone to see how much battery and space he has left for taking pictures.
"Yo dude, I got like 5 missed calls from Dennis." said Charlie. "Maybe I should call him back."
"Ok, but first, call Frank. See what he's up to. Tell him to pick us up from Bourbon Street in about an hour." said Mac
"Yeah, ok." said Charlie.
"Dude, he's not answering." said Charlie.
"Ok, well, just call Dee and Dennis then." said Mac
Meanwhile
Frank continued driving around the city. Its been several minutes since his phone just died as Charlie and Mac tried calling him. As he drove, he got caught up in unexpected heavy traffic.
"Man, what the hell is going on." thought Frank, as he slowly crept up.
Suddenly the traffic began clearing up, and Frank just floored it. Out of nowhere, Frank noticed several people standing around mostly on the median, with several standing in the street. At the last second, Frank slammed the brakes; but didn't come to a complete stop hitting a guy in the leg.
In the median area stood several protesters, mostly elderly white men. Several had posters, one read "Save Our Statues." Few waved Confederate Flags, or posters with the Bars and Stripes drawn on them. One held a Trump / Pence sign. The protesters were protesting the removal of various statues around the city honoring figureheads from the Civil War.
"Hey, that faggot snowflake tried to run me over." yelled the protester, pointing towards Frank.
"Hey asshole, you're interrupting our first amendment rights. We are a peaceful demonstration." yelled another.
The crowed gathered, slowly walking towards Frank's car, as one of the protesters flags down a police officer pointing towards Frank. Frank, orients himself and realizes what is happened; maneuvers his car out of the crowd, peels out and drives off as fast as he can.
"Ha ha ha. So long suckers." laughs Frank, looking in the back mirror as one of the protesters drops his miniature Confederate flag from fear of Frank's crazy driving, which falls on Frank's windshield.
Frank drives for about half a block, which adrenaline pumping through his system as he checks the rear-view mirror making sure that the coast is clear. "Bump."
"Oh shit!" thinks Frank, as he realizes that he hit another pedestrian and looks around.
A large crowd, made up of ages ranging from their 20's to 60's, of all ethnicites; were celebrating, eating boiled crawfish and potatoes from a giant pit , as they held their counter demonstration. The black, middle-aged man, hit by the car looks up. The Confederate flag that previously fell on Frank's car flew threw their air in front of everyone's view.
"Yo, that racist asshole tried to run me over." yelled the man, as the crowd witnessed the event.
"Oh shit." thought Frank, as he turned the car around and drove the other way as the protesters ran after him. Frank looking ahead saw the first set of protesters now ahead of him, and the counter-protestors on his tail.
"Oh shit, oh shit oh shit" thought Frank, until he saw a small one way street ahead of him. He then made a sharp left and quickly sped away, avoiding the protesters.
The protesters ran into each other as they witnessed Frank sped away going the wrong way, looked around and at each other, dumbfolded.
"Dude, what the hell just happened." asked one of the protesters.
"Um, um. Crazy drunk driver? He's not with us. I thought he was one of yalls." said the counter-protester.
Meanwhile, the crew began their work removing the statute as the pro-removal group cheered and sang "Nah nah nah, hey hey hey, Good ood bye" while the anti-removal group sang "God Bless America" looking crestfallen.
A black guy, celebrating the statute removal walked up to an elderly white man waving his Confederate Flag. "Hey man, we still have some left over crawfish if yall want some."
The sad old man replied "Sure. Thanks. I'll try to save you a beer or two. We got Abita and Sam Adams."
"Aight. I guess we'll see each other at the Lee Circle tomorrow."
Meanwhile, Frank sped away and made a sharp rolling stop turning right, causing a car from the oncoming traffic to slam their brakes honking at him.