Places I've lived since then had to have some kind of uniqueness and character about them. And logically Key West, and then Down Island. So, all of that stuff sort of had it's roots in New Orleans and went crazy.
Why don't we get drunk and screw?
Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late.
I'm living on things that excite me, be they pastry, or lobster, or love...
Tonight I just need my guitar.
Searching is half the fun: life is much more manageable when thought of as a scavenger hunt as opposed to a surprise party.