I miss New Orleans. Andy. Matt. Whiskey from a flask. Good music. Conversations that last until 6 am. Hostel. Dirty streets. The hope of getting flashed. Staying warm. There was rabbit in my food. The Mississippi was mud and potato chip wrappers.
Not missing being in the car. Hand Grenades. Job. Rent. Wearing a thermal.
I want a ukelele, but it's not my style. And one of these days I'll start taking pictures again.
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When in doubt stay warm baby stay warm!!!!
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