What is this noxious odor called New Orleans? The streetcars and their sparks flying about ready to strike an unsuspecting fool such as myself... Or perhaps the stench of beer from too many fuckin' frat parties on one block? A plastic bag from a cab.
A red truck, car, van, whatever the hell kind of vehicle that is, sits idling on my front lawn. Yet it's not my front lawn. It is, in fact, an amazing replica of an English garden in the Spring.
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Miss that place. I miss you.
Don't miss the noxious odor of drunk boys and piss in dark alleys.
Miss the surprises of gardens and houses hidden in between bars and restraunts. Miss the music drifting out to the street. Miss St Louis Cathedral. Beautiful and Magestic.
And of course I miss benigets(sp?)
Because I do look all over the world for good radio. try http://indie1031.fm/shows.php. and let me know. I love it.
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