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SO LONG TWO THOUSAND AND HATE
2008 was a fucking rough year, man, but fuck it, 2009 is going to be sweet! Fuck a recap, I don't want to think about most of that shit except for moving to New Orleans. Where I was joined for a few days by some of my crucial dudes. James, Jacob Cunningham, Jason, Alex, Sean. Lambert was also in from California! Sensors on bro-verload! Initiate lightspeed!
Dudes were here for a few days, which included:
- Meeting Dulli at R Bar
- Pool and Sandwiches at the Buddha Belly
- Badass fried plantains with spinach and Coconut Rice at Bennachin
- Walking around in the ruin of the Lower Ninth
- Fireworks on the streetcar tracks
- "Instigating" the douchebags on Bourbon Street
- Fireworks over the Old Man with Carin and Rico
- Dancing to DJ Soul Sister at Mimi's with Jill and Adele and Zak
- Calling some drunken couple in their 40's-50's "Clown-ass wannabe James Bond" and "Clown-ass wannabe James Bond's Girlfriend"
- Red beans and rice at 13
- Reggae at Cafe Negril
- Chilling with Denzel talking about hard teachers
- Nursing a high-life watching the High Rollers at the Spotted Cat
- Long, long talks sitting on the rocks of the Mississippi
- Bennachin again- black-eyed pea fritter with tomato stew on a po-boy
- Dauphine Street books, and a good find
- Porching, long talks
My dudes chilling on the stoop. Ell to Arr, James, Jason, Alex, Jacob, Sean
Smoking jacks on the banks of the Old Man, yours truly on the left
This fucking sweet reggae band whose name I don't remember, New Year's Eve
My gorgeous roomies Matt and Carin on New Year's day.
Ark, Ninth Ward
Jason and I, walking in the Ninth
Purchases from Dauphine Street Books. Jacob, Neuromancer
Jason, a McSweeny's Quarterly
Sean, Selected Poems of Lord Byron
Me, Aleister Crowley and the Ouija Board (as if you couldn't have read that shit yourself)
James, Teh Mathematical Experience (sic), The Second Sex
Many resolutions, but none that I will share with you.
Goodnight ladies, goodnight sweet ladies, good night, good night, good night.
2008 was a fucking rough year, man, but fuck it, 2009 is going to be sweet! Fuck a recap, I don't want to think about most of that shit except for moving to New Orleans. Where I was joined for a few days by some of my crucial dudes. James, Jacob Cunningham, Jason, Alex, Sean. Lambert was also in from California! Sensors on bro-verload! Initiate lightspeed!
Dudes were here for a few days, which included:
- Meeting Dulli at R Bar
- Pool and Sandwiches at the Buddha Belly
- Badass fried plantains with spinach and Coconut Rice at Bennachin
- Walking around in the ruin of the Lower Ninth
- Fireworks on the streetcar tracks
- "Instigating" the douchebags on Bourbon Street
- Fireworks over the Old Man with Carin and Rico
- Dancing to DJ Soul Sister at Mimi's with Jill and Adele and Zak
- Calling some drunken couple in their 40's-50's "Clown-ass wannabe James Bond" and "Clown-ass wannabe James Bond's Girlfriend"
- Red beans and rice at 13
- Reggae at Cafe Negril
- Chilling with Denzel talking about hard teachers
- Nursing a high-life watching the High Rollers at the Spotted Cat
- Long, long talks sitting on the rocks of the Mississippi
- Bennachin again- black-eyed pea fritter with tomato stew on a po-boy
- Dauphine Street books, and a good find
- Porching, long talks
My dudes chilling on the stoop. Ell to Arr, James, Jason, Alex, Jacob, Sean
Smoking jacks on the banks of the Old Man, yours truly on the left
This fucking sweet reggae band whose name I don't remember, New Year's Eve
My gorgeous roomies Matt and Carin on New Year's day.
Ark, Ninth Ward
Jason and I, walking in the Ninth
Purchases from Dauphine Street Books. Jacob, Neuromancer
Jason, a McSweeny's Quarterly
Sean, Selected Poems of Lord Byron
Me, Aleister Crowley and the Ouija Board (as if you couldn't have read that shit yourself)
James, Teh Mathematical Experience (sic), The Second Sex
Many resolutions, but none that I will share with you.
Goodnight ladies, goodnight sweet ladies, good night, good night, good night.