"the Tercel was assaulted by a drunken dirty Marigny hipster who thought it would be funny to perform an ollie off of my trunk"

An astute observation about human nature emerges during one blogger's hunt for parking before Krewe du Vieux:

Dirty hippies tend to make things miserable on Frenchmen Street in surprisingly similar ways to which the tourists do on Bourbon Street and the frat boys do on St. Charles. They're all just variations on the same self-satisfied asshole.

True enough.  We the conscientious, we the self-dissatisfied.