I'm sitting on a barstool, which along with a futon, is the only furniture in my new room in my new home in New Orleans. I now live on the corner of St. Peter and Burgundy Streets in the heart of the French Quarter. I live above "The Front Page", a gay bar owned by a couple named Tarzan and Frederick. INXS' "Devil Inside" is pulsing its way through the floor, into my foot, and up my spine. Across the street is a hotel whose history of paranormal activity has earned a stop on the "Haunted New Orleans" tours.
Well, how did I get here, indeed?
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Marco!!!
Congrats on your new place and your new job. It sounds absolutely fabulous and full of adventures.
Soak it all up! It's a once in a lifetime opportunity.
-Punkin
Yo, you better not become some sorta Saints fan while you're livin' it up down there. Have you read A Confederacy of Dunces? If not, you should, it will give you inspiration...
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