Bloody Mary breakfast
At noon
Long night ahead
As the one behind
Big Jim’s eyes
Glazed
My father
Pop
Best friend
The Dungeon
The night before
It scared my brother’s old lady
I dug it
As always
Kissing some woman
In from Dallas
Her old man watched
Back from the memories
Vendors selling wares
Raw oysters
Masks
Trinkets
Jewelry
Music plays
This part of the city
I enjoy
Breakfast is over now
Time for a walk about
A hand rolled cigar
A little Voodoo
Pirates Alley
Hobos making love under a blanket
Brass band serenade
Things are getting strange
I like strange
Time to hit Turtle Bay
Medium rare cheeseburger
Fresh cheddar
Turbo Dog beer
Another one
My hand feels empty
Saint’s game
Losing score
Time for the next show
Johnny White’s
Pirate bar
End of the game
41-10
The answer to life
The universe
And everything
Is 42
We lost
HA
I still love ’em
Molly’s
Irish bar
Bloody Mary
Irish coffee
Run into an old friend
Poetry and art ensues
Minds meld
Smoking Indica
Minty flavor
Hidden in an Altoids can
Gives the flower
An even more
Enticing taste
Studio apartment
Starving artists
Working where we live
High now
A bit drunk
Time for another
Back to Molly’s
Across the street
Then White’s
Yes
Again
Some guy with a big gut
In a little dress
Saint’s colors
Shots
More Bloody Marys
Our tribe arrives
My little brother
Some Colorado cousins
Their women
Skirt guy
Mark
I think that was his name
Flashes his penis
Brother gets mad
A valid argument
We give him a pass
Just one
It is New Orleans after all
More drinks
Music
Stories
Tales
Lies
Exaggerations
Then the hand grenades
Powerful
But sweet
A combination of elixirs
Skirt guy
He can’t handle us
Bourbon Street Pirates
To the core
He grabs the wrong breast
A fight ensues
All sorts of deliberate debauchery
All hell breaks loose
Stools
Fists
Bottles
He did not realize
We were all family
People thrown
Faces bent against knuckle
We win
Of course
Grown men
Acting out animal aggression
s
Time for a retreat
Cops
Police state of mind
Setting in
They could not handle us
Bourbon Street Pirates
To the core
We showed Colorado a good time
Now it is time to eat again
Drink some more
Stumbling into Little Vick’s
Laughing
Bruised
Good times
Muffalettas
Gumbo
Jack Daniel’s
A friend emerges
From the back
In an apron
Asking how the food was
It is the old friend
From earlier on
I told you
We work where we live
Starving artists
Together again
Talking
Laughing
Drinking
Getting loud
Some desert
Cafe Du Monde
Coffee
Beignets
More whiskey
Another hand rolled cigar
Sleep
Repeat
