Drive-in, you guzzle gin, commit a little mortal sin.
The beautiful people in the magazines, got the normal ones living beyond their means.
Give me oysters and beer, for dinner every day of the year, and I'll be fine.
I just thank God I don't live in a trailer.
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.
I've done a bit of smuggling, I've run my share of grass. I made enough money to buy Miami, but I piss it away so fast.