By Andrew Fox
Jules Duchon was once a true New Orleans vampire. Born and bred within the working-class 9th Ward, bitten and smitten with the large effortless. using during the French sector, caught in a row of bumper-to-bumper autos that crept alongside Decatur road like a caravan of bone-weary camels, Jules Duchon slightly healthy at the back of the steerage wheel of his very giant Cadillac taxicab. in spite of the seat driven the entire approach back.
Damn, he used to be hungry.
Jules stopped his cab, pressed the wobbly rocker swap that jerked the electrical home windows reluctantly to existence, and glued his head into the humid evening air. “Hey, child. you interested by a few dinner?”
–from Fat White Vampire Blues
Vampire, nosferatu, creature of the night–whatever you name him–Jules Duchon has lived (so to talk) in New Orleans some distance longer than there were under the influence of alcohol coeds on Bourbon highway. Weighing in at a whopping 400 and fifty kilos, swelled up at the candy, wealthy blood of people that eat the fattiest nutrition on the earth, Jules is grateful he can’t see his mirrored image in a reflect. whilst he becomes a bat, he can’t get his sizeable ol’ butt off the floor.
What’s worse, after greater than a century of being undead, he’s watched his local really visit hell–and now, a brand new vampire is asking to force him out altogether. See, Jules had continually been an equivalent chance type of vampire. And whereas he may admit that the blood of a black girl is sweeter than the blood of a white guy, Jules by no means drank greater than his justifiable share of both. input Malice X . younger, cocky, and black, Malice warns Jules that his days of feasting on sisters and brothers are over. He tells Jules he’d greater confine himself to white victims–or else face the implications. after which, simply to end up he isn’t kidding, Malice burns Jules’s condominium to the floor.
With the aid of Maureen, the morbidly overweight, stripper-vampire who made him, and Doodlebug, an undead cross-dresser who (literally) flies in from the coast– Jules needs to give you the option to cope with the hurdles that existence throws at him . . . with no getting a stake in the course of the center. It’s sufficient to provide a guy the blues.