No, that's the toilet. Drive on the interstate with the window down going by the airport and you'll quickly learn why.
No, that's the toilet. Drive on the interstate with the window down going by the airport and you'll quickly learn why.

So many cries of inequality stem from one of group
of people doing little or nothing and then bitching
about another group that actually does something
to improve their lives.

You have no idea how right you are. It took me while living here to understand, but I get it now. The rest of the country does nothing but talk shit about New Orleans and Louisiana in general, but let us throw a party, and all you fuckheads show up.
Louisiana has a completely different breed of people. I fucking love it. The people here speak their mind, and they don't kiss your ass with a bunch of fake southern hospitality. They are just a lot more real. Almost every city and town in southern Louisiana uses any excuse to throw a party. We have had four festivals in the last two weeks alone in Hammond.
“I used to do drugs. I still do drugs. But I used to, too.”


You're right, every December we have several thousand tourists flood Waikiki for the Marathon and those bastards run through and piss on everything cause they drank too much water before the race, I can only imagine how bad it could get with a bunch of drunks...
There are some great little places in NO, a very neat little world where musicians and artistic minded people thrive, mostly because they can get fucked up every day and not be out of place. I would like to live there for a while just as a poet, the impression I got when I was there the 2 times I felt the city had a certain blessing of the muses. maybe it was all the musical vibes keeping all things in alignment, or maybe it was cause I had slight delirium tremens and a high level of THC in my blood.
I imagined privateers marching up from the piers, with the rocking swagger of sailors too long at sea heading for the ale houses and then the whore houses. Walking down certain streets I imagined William Faulkner or Elmore Leonard looking through the same eyes as mine and tales forming from the various sights; and at every passing of a stranger I felt they could be a character of John Kennedy Toole's 'A Confederacy of Dunces'.
Coarse edged youth, the irish pendants string from their smiles
not yet plucked as to slacken the seams
and drag down the features of age,
no folds or creases from unkempt wear
eyes of tranquilty, crystalline-beads
no sign of despair in their hair, nor their hearts
but oh they have yet to be experienced and that makes aging so very worth it...ML circa2012
New Orleans is a blast! I am glad we went! Roid finally had a good plan
I would definatly go back and visit

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