The Big Easy
I find myself in a fifth floor hotel room overlooking the French Quarter and beyond. I want so much to climb out this window and roam the city like a dog in heat. It's cooled off some now that it's past midnight. I didn't sleep at all last night. I was out partyin' until eight in the morning. So tonight I will rest my weary soul in preparation of a wonderful Friday. Then Saturday we're out of here and headed back to sunny south Florida. The magician's underwear has just been found floating in stagnant pond on the outskirts of Miami, so they say. They talk a lot. Will you help me fight them off?