perhaps its unthinkable, but i don't party now, not after new orleans, it will never be like it was there. And good friends full of cheer, all over, in your little or big cities, none of them can take on the Big Easy, and i've finally realized chasing that first party, that first bender, that end all be all revelry in the beautifully grotesque swell of the southern human landscape, held captive by hurricanes, and alligators, is truly folly, and not in a good way even.
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