It's my last hour in New Orleans. I'm feeling a little rough around the edges. Maybe still even a little drunk. I fuckin got Cut OFF at the Apple Barrel last night. I still don't think it's hit me yet that I'm leaving. I barely stuffed all my shit into two bags.
I can't promise my return. (I know better than to promise anything) But I have a feeling I might be back.
andnow I must shower and make myself presentable for for family...
oooooowch.
goodbye New Orleans, Ruby, Adam, Derrick, Praline, Kiyoko, Common Ground, Frenchman Street, Jackson Square, Esplanade, Decatur, Burbon, Iron Rail, Plan B, Cafe Flora, Mississippi River, Audobon Park ... little purple house..
goodbye goodbye.... !
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